The subject of victim psychology is one which had acquired greater interest in recent years, due mostly, perhaps, to the widely publicized "con-version" of Patricia Hearst to the radical SLA. Why a victim will turn and become a party to his or her own abduction is a question which holds numerous variables in human behavior and one which is certainly open to debate.
The young girl in this story finds herself held captive by her own father and through repeated sexual assaults, she becomes a once-innocent girl facing the prospect of depravity. Should she attempt to escape, or should she comply with her father's demands? Who can say!
DOG-COLLARED DAUGHTER-a thought-provoking story of a young woman's reactions to brutality and slavery. A word of warning to us all.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Sandy perched at the edge of her bed, watch-ing herself in the door mirror as she masturbated. Even with her legs spread as wide as they'd go, the mirror was large enough to cap-ture every bit of her naked body, from the tips of her pink toes, to the wet gash of her crotch, to the top of her golden-blonde head. As she plunged the white, plastic vibrator in and out of her contracting cunt, she panted and grunted, giving herself seductive, leering expressions in the mirror. Her pussyjuice dripped from the sliding vibrator-dildo, and the scent of teenage pussy saturated the air of the tiny bedroom.
"Feels so fucking good!" she muttered, listening to the squishing noises the dildo made inside her and to its purring hum. "Oooh fuck!"
Vibrations filled her cunt and asshole. The tips of her toes tingled and she curled them against the bare wood floor. She pulled the dildo out of herself and rubbed it over her tits and nipples, smearing her titflesh with pussycream and sending such electric vibrations through her sensitive nipples that she nearly screamed. "Yes!" she gasped. "Oh wow!"
At that moment, a roar of laughter came from the living room, as if her dad and the half -dozen gross men playing poker with him had heard her and were making fun of her. Their stinking cigar smoke came under her locked bedroom door and made her sick to her stomach. She felt like going out there and showing them her voluptuous young body, then scratching their eyes out if any of them so much as smiled at her suggestively.
She rammed the dildo back up her pulsing crotch, burying it to the hilt, nearly losing it inside herself. She used both hands to fuck herself with the dildo, and as she rammed, her tits wobbled heavily. She was a slender teenager, petite, with a tiny waist, but her tits were as large and fully developed as the tits of any mature woman, and right now they were swollen even larger than usual.
I'm a bitch, she thought to herself. A real hot bitch. There's not a man in the world who wouldn't sell his soul to fuck me.
The sight of her beautifully tanned, golden- brown body turned even her on. She shook her head so some of her blonde hair would swing in front over her shoulders and dangle over her creamy-white, silky-soft tits. Some hair fell in her brown eyes, giving her a teasing, seductive look as she peered from behind it. Her hair tickled her very large, very bumpy nipples, send-ing delicious thrills through her tits and down to her throbbing cunt. She plunged the dildo, rubbing her ass against the bed, bringing her legs together from time to time and squeezing the sliding vibrator tight between her thighs and cuntlips.
It was hard to believe the vibrator she was using had belonged to her mother. Sandy had discovered it among the personal items her mother had left behind. She wondered if her mother had ever sat naked like this in front of a mirror and fucked herself with the device. She found it hard to imagine.
It was really kind of sick to imagine your own mother abusing herself with a dildo, but then, her mother had owned the vibrator, hadn't she, and she had done other things that had shocked Sandy-like disappearing six months ago with every cent of the family savings, leaving a nasty note behind for Sandy and her dad.
Dad had nearly gone berserk, not only because Mom had left him., but mainly because she'd run off with all his money. He kept mumbling about hiring a private detective to track her down, but he no longer had the money for hiring private detectives. Lately though, he was less concerned about the money he'd lost and more concerned about the pussy he'd lost.
Although Mom had been a real bitch about letting Dad have a piece of her ass, always making him beg and bribe her before she'd spread her legs for him, she evidently had been a good lay and had kept him satisfied enough to keep him from climbing the walls, and now that she wasn't around at all, Dad was climbing the walls. Sandy had started sleeping with her bedroom door locked at night, for fear that one night she'd wake up with her dad's stinking cock sliding in her pussy.
That'll be the day! Sandy thought, ramming herself with the dildo so-fast that her eyes crossed from the sensation. She'd kill the smelly old goat before she let him stick his filthy prick inside her. She enjoyed teasing him incessantly with her nubile young body, but she would rather die first than let him touch her. Unlike Mom, who used to tease him to get what she wanted out of him before paying him off with her body, Sandy would tease him and tease him, but no matter what he bought her or how much he flattered her, teasing was all he was ever going to get out of her.
"You'd love to fuck me, wouldn't you, Daddy!" Sandy muttered. "Too bad you can't see me now, Daddy, you'd split a blood vessel in your brain! And so would all your stupid poker buddies!"
She imagined the men in the living room sud-denly able to see her through her closed bedroom door, and she lay back on the mat-tress and kicked her legs up in the air, pretend-ing to display herself to them. Pussycream oozed from her cunt and leaked down her asscrack like hot oil as she fucked her seething cunt. She pointed her toes and wiggled her ass, imagining the men falling out of their chairs and their eyes popping out as they watched her.
"You'd all love to fuck me, wouldn't you, you dirty old goats. Oh you sure would!" Although she spoke out loud, she knew the men couldn't hear her. They were all bellowing like bulls and guffawing like hyenas, and they were all plastered. They kept slamming their cards down on the table as if they wanted to pound it into the floor.
"Sandy!" her dad yelled, and Sandy's heart stopped. "Girl, get out here!"
All the men laughed. Sandy caught her breath.
"Go to hell!" she muttered as her shock at being called passed away. She had no intention of responding to the drunken bum. She pressed the humming vibrator to her clit as she resumed sliding the smooth plastic cylinder in and out of her pussyhole.
"Girl!" her dad yelled again. "Sandy, you hear me?"
Sandy ignored him. Closing her eyes, closing out the sounds coming from the living room, concentrating only on her pleasure, she fucked herself. Her hips rose again and again to meet the plunging of the dildo. She gasped as the hard tip of the vibrator touched the mouth of her womb. She twisted the dildo as she rammed it, wiggling her ass to increase the screwing sensa-tion. Her toes worked wildly and her cunt con-tracted to the rhythm of her fucking.
"Ohhh yesss!" she moaned, the hot juices bubbling out of her and running down her asscrack. "Ooooh, I'm gonna come!"
Her orgasm began simultaneously in her clit and in the pit of her cunt. Her cuntal canal went into spasms. The spasms swept through her asshole and loins. Her tits swelled even larger and her nipples nearly split open. The fuck sen-sations spread to every part of her body, mak-ing her toes curl and her eyes roll. Grinding the vibrating dildo inside herself, she churned her ass in circles and fucked her cunt on the smooth, plastic cylinder. She had to bite her lips to keep from moaning so loud that the men in the living-room would hear her.
Her orgasm subsided, her head cleared, and she became aware of her dad shouting at her again.
"Girl, if you don't get out here, I'm gonna whip your ass!"
The men laughed disgustingly, telling him to go ahead and whip her pretty ass now.
If he ever lays a hand on me I'll kill him, Sandy swore. He wouldn't dare touch her! Nevertheless, she rolled nervously off the bed and hid the dildo in her dresser, then dressed quickly. As much as she was confident she could take care of herself, she didn't trust her dad when he was drunk. What if he broke down the door or something and all the men saw her naked on the bed with the vibrator shoved up her cunt? She'd never live down the embarrass-ment of it.
"Sandy, baby, get your pretty little ass out here now!" her dad shouted. "I ain't telling you again!"
Dressed in the halter of her string bikini and in a tight pair of shorts that were almost as scanty as bikini panties, Sandy took a deep breath, put on the smile of a beauty contest win-ner, and pulled open the door. As she wiggled out into the smoke-filled living room, the cigars nearly fell out of the men's mouths. Cards fell to the table, forgotten.
"Did you call me, Daddy?" Sandy asked. "Anything I can do for you?" She held her tits high, giving the gaping men a good look at them. Eat your hearts out, you slobs, she was thinking.
"There's something you can do for me, honey," said one of the men.
"Me too," another said.
"Quiet down," her dad told them.
Sandy stood as close to the table as she dared, just out of reach of the men. She could tell they were all ready to shoot off in their pants -including her dad.
Her dad cleared his throat. "We ran outa beer, sweetheart. How about you running out for some more?"
He pulled car keys and money out of his pocket and held them out to her.
"But, Daddy, what about-"
"I already called Charlie down at the liquor store," her dad said. "He's expecting you." "I don't know, Daddy-"
"Get going, girl, we're thirsty men."
"I'll go along with her," said one of the men. "So will I," said another.
"No thanks," Sandy said. She grabbed the keys and the money and was out the front door before anybody could say another word. She heard the men laughing as she slipped into the front seat of her dad's car.
She parked behind the liquor store, as she always did when she made pickups for her dad, and she rang the bell at the delivery entrance. She winced, dancing from foot to foot as the sun-baked asphalt seared her bare soles. It was late afternoon, but the Florida sun was still high and making the pavement sizzle.
The delivery door opened and Charlie poked his head out. As usual, he was leering. "Come on in, baby."
Charlie was a former high school fullback. Now in his mid-twenties, he was starting to develop a beer belly. His dad owned the liquor store and Charlie managed it. He had a clerk working out front for him this afternoon, he informed Sandy, much to her irritation. She knew now that he had time free to try to get into her shorts. She hated having to fight him off every time she picked up beer or liquor for her dad.
"Where's the case?" she said, stepping into the back storeroom.
Charlie bolted the door.
"Right there." He nudged the case with his foot. "But don't be in such a hurry. Let's have a beer ourselves."
"I'm supposed to get back. They're waiting for the beer."
"You'll get back soon enough," Charlie said. He popped the tabs off two cans of beer and shoved one can at Sandy. "Here. It's good and cold."
Sandy took the can. As much as she disliked Charlie, she never turned down a beer. "Have a seat," he said.
She sat on some stacked-up beer cases and Charlie sat down next to her. He draped his arm around her shoulders.
"If you don't mind!" she said, shrugging off his arm.
Charlie laughed. "You're a real cock tease, you know that, baby? A real bitch."
"Of course," Sandy said. She gulped down the cold, bitter-tasting beer. It didn't take her long to finish off the can. She smacked her lips and licked beer foam off them.
"Have another one," Charlie said. "No thanks. I'm driving, ya know."
"I'll drive you. Then I'll catch a cab back. How about that?" he said.
"No thanks." She started to get up, but Charlie's arm went around her again. This time he pulled her against him.
"Hey, hands off!" she said.
"I ain't gonna hurt you, bitch. I just wanna feel you up a little."
"Let me go or I'll scream!"
Charlie dropped his beer can and clapped his hand over her mouth. "Be nice," he said. "You've been driving me nuts ever since you started coming here making pickups for your old man. I just wanna feel you up a little. That's all. Give me a kiss, huh?"
He hugged her tighter, pulled his hand off her mouth, and covered her mouth with his own. As she struggled, he shoved his tongue down her throat. She sagged, then chomped down viciously on his tongue. Instantly, she tasted blood.
Charlie's eyes flashed with pain. He crushed her against him until her ribs were ready to break, and she was forced to stop biting his tongue. His blood trickled from the corners of her mouth as he pulled his tongue out of it. "Fucking shark!" he blubbered. "Let me go, you-"
Charlie jammed his fist in her mouth. As blood and spit trickled from his own mouth, he dragged her to the darkest, most secluded cor-ner of the storeroom.
Sandy fought him, but it was hopeless. He was over six feet tall, close to two hundred pounds, and despite his beer belly, he'd retained the muscular strength of a tough fullback. He stuffed a wadded-up rag in her mouth, then gagged her with another strip of cloth. He rip-ped the bikini halter off her and bound her wrists together with rough twine, then yanked her arms high over her head and tied her wrists to the metal frame of the wall shelving. She hung by her arms, only her toes on the floor. Charlie pulled off her shorts.
She stared down at him, whimpering into her gag, shaking like a vibrating dildo. This can't be happening! she told herself. She cringed as Charlie pulled off his own clothes and displayed his raging-hard cock.
Bloody spit drooled from the corners of his mouth, but he appeared oblivious to it. He looked crazed as he looked her naked body up and down. His cock pointed up at her, sweaty and oozing lube. It looked hard as a rhino's tusk and as big as one. Charlie dropped to a squat in front of her, growling like a dog as he shoved his face between her legs.
Sandy arched her back, writhing as Charlie bit into her clit, as his hot tongue slithered up and down between her cuntlips. His tongue was still bleeding, and his blood, mixed with spit and pussyjuice, trickled down her legs. As she watched his greasy black head twisting between her legs and the bloody fluids trickling down her thighs, she had the feeling she was being eaten alive. She tried to clamp her legs together, but Charlie grabbed her thighs and forced her legs up and apart. His hands slid up under her knees and he stretched her legs apart until she winced from the pain.
She was wide-open now, and completely help-less. The twine cut into her wrists as she struggled, and Charlie's hard nose ground between her pussylips. As he sucked and chewed her open cunt, he fucked her with his nose. Her pussycream, mixed with his blood and spit, ran down his chin and neck. He rammed his tongue up her cunt, and she felt electricity zap her all the way to her toes.
She gnawed on the dirty rag in her mouth, her eyes rolling, her toes clutching air as Charlie's fat tongue fucked in and out of her. His front teeth grated against her clit, driving her out of her mind. As his tongue twisted inside her, licking her out deep, her muffled squeals into the gag sounded like squeaks.
Charlie pulled his face away. He leered up at her with yellow, bloodied teeth. "I got you now, bitch, don't I? I been crazy for a taste of your itchy teen twat ever since the day I first laid eyes on you. And you know what? You taste even better than I thought."
With a dog-like growl, he plunged his face back between her legs, sucking fiercely, licking deep, gnawing and moaning. As he ate her out, his cock throbbed upright between his legs, fucklube bubbling out of it with each pulsation. Because his hands were busy holding up and spreading Sandy's legs, he couldn't touch it. Sandy's tits rose and fell as she panted, jiggled as she twisted and squirmed. The ordeal of hanging by her wrists and being tortured by Charlie's burning mouth made her break out in a sweat. Sweat trickled from her shaved arm-pits. Sweat misted her forehead and a single droplet of sweat trickled down the bridge of her nose. The sensations shooting through her body from being sucked and licked so rapidly and hard and deep made her want to scream. She was almost glad for the gag in her mouth, which she chewed on to take some of the knife-edge off the sensations torturing her.
Charlie sucked rhythmically, swallowing her tart fuckjuices. He licked out every fluffy, siz-zling fold and crevice that he could reach in her cuntal canal. He gnawed her clit, sending needles of fuck-itch shooting through her loins. And as he ate her, he growled like a hungry car-nivore. Suddenly, Sandy arched her back hard, curled her toes, and started to shudder. As the orgasmic spasms ripped through her body, her eyes rolled back to white slits and she whined with the intense orgasmic ecstasy only a teenage girl can feel.
"Mmmmn!" Charlie guzzled her juices like a wino who hadn't had a drink in days. As her cuntflesh quivered and contracted in his mouth, he chewed into the spongy, sizzling fuckmeat with his electric teeth. His tongue twisted deep in her contracting fuckhole.
Sandy almost blacked out. She forgot com-pletely where she was and let herself go. Her body writhed and jerked, the fuck sensation pulsed through her, and she floated on clouds, delirious and wracked with pleasure until her spasms gradually petered out. She slumped back, exhausted, aware again of the ropes cut-ting into her wrists, of her numb arms, of her helplessness.
Keeping her legs forced up and apart, Charlie stood up. He looked like a cannibal with the blood trickling out of his mouth and down his neck. His eyes were glazed over and crazed. He started to lick the sweat off Sandy's flanks, off her armpits. He licked her tits, sucked her nip-ples. Sandy's exhausted cunt contracted pain-fully. He chewed her nipples until she screamed into her gag.
"Like that, huh?" he said, leering at her. "So do I. Your tits taste like candy. I thing I might keep you tied up back here from now on, so I can eat you and suck you and fuck you when-ever I want. How about it, would you like that, bitch?"
Sandy panicked. Her eyes got crazy and she started to struggle. It was just what Charlie wanted to see. He watched her helpless strug-gling with mounting lust.
"Just what I thought, you'd love it," he said. He licked her face, slobbering bloody spit on her nose and cheeks. He rubbed his cock against her, getting her belly sticky with his fucklube.
His cock felt as big as a billyclub to Sandy and as hot as an iron, and she knew without a doubt that he was going to stick it up her cunt. As he kissed her, she was glad for the gag in her mouth. The thought of choking on his tongue again made her sick to the stomach. She knew if he tried to French kiss her again, she'd bite his tongue completely off this time.
"You feel so fucking soft," Charlie said, rub-bing his hairy body against her belly and tits. "Like hot silk. I bet you feel even softer and hotter inside."
He shoved his cock between her legs, rubbing it up and down her greasy, burning cunt. As he worked the shaft between her cuntlips, rubbing it against her clit, she squirmed, feeling fuck-itch all the way to her toes. He positioned his cockhead at the entrance to her fuckhole and slowly worked his cock up into her. Her toes curled hard as her cunt was stretched. His cock was bigger than the cocks of the teenage boys she was used to fucking.
"Aw yeah!" he said, grinding his cock inside her. He was buried in her to the hilt, his black groin-hair rubbing her blonde pussy-hair. As he fucked her, he pressed hard against her, trying to fuse his body with hers. "You got a pussy like a volcano, bitch! Mmmmm, I could fuck you for ten years!"
Sandy held her breath as he slid his greasy cock in and out of her. She winced each time he plunged it. She'd fucked scores of cocks, but she didn't think she'd ever fucked one this long, or this thick. The fat heat of it popped in and out of the mouth of her womb. She gasped into the gag with each grinding thrust, her eyes gaping.
"You like that, huh? Oooh yeah, I like that too! I like that feeling a hell of a lot!" His breathing became heavier and he sweat harder.
Sandy could feel his heart slamming against her tits as he rubbed his chest against her. Sandy closed her eyes. She tried to give the appearance of relaxation, even boredom or sleep, but the tight fists she made of her hands and the rhythmic clutching of her toes showed Charlie she was wide awake and feeling every jab of his steel-hard cock. She hung there helplessly as he raped her, his cock plunging faster and faster in her juicy cunt, his hands stretching her legs so far apart that she feared she'd split in half.
"Ohhh yeahhh!" the brute kept growling. "Feels so fucking good!"
He watched her face for telltale signs of pain and pleasure as he rubbed against her and fucked his cock inside her. Hot juices dribbled from her reamed-out fuckhole, slick female juices that ran like warm spit over his nuts.
Sandy's tits heaved. Despite her attempt to show sleep or boredom or disinterest, she couldn't stop the sensation and excitement from pulsating through her loins. As Charlie's cock plunged in her deeper and harder and faster, her ass started to wiggle and her loins to hump. Against her will, she began to fuck Charlie as vigorously as he was fucking her. Her eyes rolled with the pleasure she was feeling. If she hadn't been gagged, she would have begged Charlie to fuck her faster, deeper.
"Hot fucking bitch! Yeahhhh!" Charlie mut-tered through clenched teeth as he plowed Sandy's hard-gripping cunt. He let go of her legs so he could crush her in a bearhug, and Sandy's legs wrapped around his waist.
Kissing her, licking her, biting her, Charlie humped like a bull, grinding his cock in her seething pussy as he crushed her in an embrace that nearly broke her ribs. He thrust violently, driving his cock deep into Sandy's womb, mak-ing her shiver with alternate chills and hot-flashes. Her pussyjuice drenched his flapping, hugely swollen balls. Her nipples ground into his chest like red-hot fingertips. Her body trembled as her cunt tightened and the orgasmic waves threatened to break inside her.
"Uhhhhh!" Charlie exploded into her. Grunting like a wild bull, he pounded his flex-ing cock in her cunt, pelting her cuntal walls with his sizzling cum, shooting spunk right up into her womb. His eyes rolled back as the pleasure stormed through him. "Ahhhhh!"
Sandy started to fuck and shudder. As the man's fuckcream splashed in her pussy, her own spasms exploded inside her like fireworks. She arched her back and thrust her loins, grinding her cunt on Charlie's hard-flexing prick. She crushed him between her legs, gnawing her gag and twisting her head from side to side as she spasmed with him again and again. She was in heaven. She wanted the feelings to last forever.
Charlie fucked her until he'd squeezed out every drop of his jizz. She was still grunting with her last spasms as he twisted out from between her legs and hauled his spent fucker from her sucking twat. Her legs fell until her toes touched the floor, and her arms were nearly wrenched from her shoulder sockets. The pain of hang-ing freely again sent a few extra orgasmic waves through her loins, and she clamped her thighs together, humping until she'd milked out all her pleasure.
Charlie dressed himself, then cut Sandy down. As she lay naked on the concrete, moan-ing with the pain in her shoulders, he cut the ropes off her wrists and the gag off her head. He pulled the dirty rag out of her mouth.
"I'm crazy about you," he said. "Will you marry me?"
"Go to hell, bastard!"
Charlie laughed. As Sandy struggled to sit up and get dressed, he loaded the beer into the trunk of her dad's car.
Chapter Two
Sandy stopped at a park restroom on the way home to wash the cum from between her twat-lips. Charlie had really pumped her full of a heavy load, and the slimy, itchy feel of cum leaking out of her while she was driving made her squeamish.
The park was a small, neglected neighbor-hood park about a block square in size, over-grown with palm trees, castor bean plants, and oleander. What sparse grass there was infested with sandburs, and Sandy cursed as burs stuck in her bare feet as she made her way from the car to the stinking little wood-frame structure that served as a john.
In the LADIES section of the john, she slip-ped into the lone toilet stall and peeled off her shorts, sighing with relief to get them off so she could breathe again. She always wore her shorts as tight as possible, and any extra swelling of her body, caused by such things as a meal or a can of beer, or by getting her cuntlips puffed up with excitement, caused the shorts to become unbearably tight. Her cuntlips were still puffed up from the fucking she'd gotten, and the beer she'd drunk had bloated her belly with its car-bonation, and now she wished she could flush her cum-soiled shorts down the toilet and drive home bottomless. The thought of pulling the shorts back on again made her groan.
Although the john stank of piss and was crawling with cockroaches, it was at least a cool escape from the torrid Florida sunshine and heavy afternoon heat, and Sandy intended to linger a few minutes to cool off. She stripped off her bikini top as well as her shorts, then plopped down on the toilet and spread her legs. Charlie's cum leaked out of her in a slow, steady stream, like muscousy frosting, and Sandy quickly rolled off some toilet paper and started mopping herself between her parted cuntlips. The assholel she felt like screaming. How dare he do that to her! The big, dumb, shithead! She felt like getting hold of a butcher knife and going back to cut the bastard's prick off. He'd raped her, for godsake!
It wasn't the first time, by any means, that Sandy had been raped. In fact, half the times she'd been fucked in her life had been more or less rapes. She had a habit of teasing boys unmercifully, often pushing them too far and getting more than she'd bargained for. She'd been teasing that big oaf Charlie for years. It irked her that he'd finally got her. He didn't deserve the pleasure her pussy had given his cock. She was annoyed that his cock had stimu-lated her pussy to such a violent orgasm. She appreciated the pleasure, but she didn't appreciate the shithead whose smelly cock had given that pleasure to her.
"Hey, baby, how ya doing?"
Sandy jumped off the toilet and nearly hit the ceiling when she heard the whisper and felt the breath on the back of her neck. Standing, she whirled around and saw a man's face framed by a circular hole the size of a dinner plate in the wall behind the toilet. The hole had been cut in the wall between the men's and women's sections of the john.
"What do you want?" Sandy snapped. "Get out of here!"
"You're a real pretty girl," the man said. He looked about as old as her father. "I been watching you. You like to play with yourself?" "None of your business, you old toad!"
Although Sandy was irritated by the man's intrusion, although she felt like clawing his disgusting, leering face with her toenails, she couldn't resist the chance to tease him. She appreciated the way he was ogling her. She knew he was going out of his mind with lust for her nubile young body. She didn't try to hide her nakedness. Instead, she sucked in her waist to make her voluptuous tits lift and swell even more.
"You're a hot baby, girlie! You wanna do anything?"
"With you? Ha!" she laughed. "Are you kid-ding? Get lost, dirty old man. God are you ugly!"
The man didn't flinch. He kept smiling, giv-ing her a simpering leer as if he enjoyed being called names.
"Honey, how much you want to let me take a lick between those sexy tanned legs of yours?"
"Nothing," Sandy said. "I wouldn't let that moldy tongue of yours lick me for all the money in the world."
"Twenty bucks?"
"You must be out of your mind, bozo!" "Fifty?"
Sandy squatted slightly and hauled her blonde pussylips apart, showing the man the succulent pink sexmeat between them. "Take a good look, slob, because that's all you're gonna get."
"A hundred bucks, take it or leave it, it's all I got."
Sandy thought a few seconds. "Show it to me.
The man rattled a handful of bills in the hole. "You can buy yourself a lot of candycones with that, sexy."
Sandy held out her hand.
"Let me have a taste first," the man said. "No deal. Give it to me!"
The man peeled away a bill and held it out to her. "Here's a twenty to start off with." "Asshole!" Sandy snatched away the bill and moved up to the hole in the wall. She had to straddle the toilet.
"Turn around," the man said. "I like my cunt from behind."
"Animal!" Sandy stepped back over the toilet, switching legs, and got turned around. Straddling the toilet again, and leaning forward to brace her hands on its seat, she pressed her ass to the hole and shoved it in the man's ugly face.
"Oh, honey!" The man shoved his nose between her asscheeks, nuzzling her crack up and down. His tongue slurped between her cuntlips, lapping up the juices that flowed out of her.
Sandy gasped, breathing rapidly. Excitement pounded in her loins. She rotated her ass against the hole, unable to control herself. The man's tongue twisted up her pussy.
Sandy reached up between her legs and started playing with her clit. She held the swollen, pink pleasure-bud between her thumb and forefinger and wiggled it in circles. She milked it and stretched it.-Behind her, the man was grunting and slobbering like an old boar.
"How's it taste, shitface?" she growled. "Guess what, you're sucking a guy's cum out of me. I was fucked just ten minutes ago. You like that stinking cum-paste, rot-mouth?"
The man pulled his tongue out of her and spat. "You little tramp."
Sandy laughed. She started to pull away, was about to demand that the man pay her the rest of the money he owed her, when his hot hands with their steel-like claws caught her by the hips. His nails sank into her flesh and he yanked her backward. He rammed his burning cock against her cunt from behind and forced it inside. With a grunt, he buried his cock to the hilt.
"Ah, hot young pussy! I love 'em hot and tight and young!" He started to fuck. Sandy was helpless. She winced as the man's fingernails nearly punctured the skin on her hips, gasped as his big smelly prick plunged in and out of her cunt. She was in a state of mild shock. He'd caught her and plugged her so fast that her head was spinning inside. As her head cleared and she caught her breath, she started protesting.
"You sonofabitch, let me go! IT scream! I'll have the fucking cops on your ass, shithead!" When she tried to pull away, the man's claws sank deeper.
"Enjoy it," the man said, grinding his cock in and out, making her cuntjuices froth around it. "Oh, baby, let's you and me get married."
"Go to hell! I swear, if you don't let me go, I'll scream!" Why she hadn't screamed yet, she wasn't sure herself, except that her cunt was sucking like a mouth and the fuck feelings were swarming in her loins like fire ants. already she was on the verge of coming. As soon as she came she'd scream bloody murder until she was rescued.
The man slammed his loins against the plywood wall, rattling it, -threatening to break it down. He was grunting like a bull, rutting in a frenzy. He sounded on the verge of a heart attack, he was breathing so hard.
"You're an animal!" Sandy said, her teeth clenched as the itchy fuck pleasure made her eyes roll. "A filthy, insane animal! You'll get the electric chair for this, shithead I'll see to it, you hear me?"
The man said nothing, just kept ramming, and soon Sandy found herself grunting and gasping as wildly as the rutting pig himself. Her cunt was clutching so rapidly at his plunging cock that the sensations she felt took her breath away. Her grubby brown toes curled against the damp concrete. Her loins tightened more with each grinding thrust of the man's cock up her pussy. She felt the man's cock swell larger and larger and turn to steel inside her. She felt it quiver and flex.
"Ahhhh!" the man bellowed. "Awwww!" His jerking cock shot jism up her pussy. Wads of it splashed in her womb. Cum overflowed her squeezing pussy, creaming the man's balls. He grunted and moaned with each powerful ejaculation.
Sandy rotated her ass in a frenzy. She needed to come. All she cared about now was coming. Her cunt sucked madly at the man's jizz-oozing cock. She felt the cock soften inside her. Just as she was starting to spasm, the man released her and his cock slipped out of her.
"Goddamn it!" she gasped. Catching herself with one hand before she fell forward into the toilet, she shoved her other hand up between her legs and clawed her spasming pussy as the itch-ing, maddening fuck sensations shot through her loins. "Ohhh fuck, ahhhh!"
Her head swam. If her hand hadn't been braced on the toilet seat she would have fallen over. She squeezed her legs together, squeezed her clutching hand between them and shoved a few fingers up her contracting cunt. The man's slimy load gushed out of her like spit, and as she beat off, her jerking hand sounded like a toilet plunger between her legs.
She was still bent over the toilet, still squirm-ing with orgasmic spasms, when a stream of hot liquid splashed against her back and ass. For a few seconds, she thrilled to the lubricious sen-sation, as if she were being hosed down with hot water. When she realized what was actually happening-that the filthy old man was pissing on her-she staggered forward to escape and banged her head smack against the stall door. The man's piss hit the toilet, hit the floor, and sprayed up on her.
Sandy had had enough, and she finally screamed, screamed so loud and long that her vocal cords felt shredded and her eardrums felt pierced. Despite all her screaming, however, nobody came charging to her aid. The neighbors surrounding the park apparently didn't want to get involved. All Sandy succeeded in doing was to scare away the old toad who had raped her.
He could have done anything to her, she realized, and he'd probably have got away with it. He could have come into the women's sec-tion with her and tied her up and done horrible things to her. He could have raped her all day and nobody would have come to her assistance no matter how much she had screamed. She had to get out of here!
Escaped from the toilet stall, she washed and dressed in a panic, then fled the john like a bat fleeing hell. Blinded by the sun, she stumbled toward her dad's car, sandburs tearing at her bare feet. When she got home, as she was turn-ing into the driveway, she realized she'd left her twenty-dollar bill behind in the john.
"Goddamn it!" she said, but she was not about to go back to that hellhole looking for
Chapter Three
"You sure took your sweet time," her dad said when she walked in the door.
"We missed you," one of the men said. "Where's the beer?" her dad said. He was drunker than when Sandy had left, and she feared he'd been drinking hard liquor.
"In the trunk, where else?" Sandy said. "You don't expect me to carry it in myself, do you?" One of the men got up from the table. "I'll help you, honey. We wouldn't want you strain-ing that pretty little back of yours now, would we?"
Another of the men got up. "I'll help too." All of the men started getting up.
"Sit down, you jackasses!" said Sandy's dad. "How many men does it take to carry in a god-damned case of beer?"
He scowled at Sandy, as if it were her fault that all the men were making fools of themselves.
Sandy went back outside, accompanied by the first two men who had offered to help her. One of the men put his hand on her shoulder, knead-ing the muscles. She giggled and twisted away from him.
"You're limping, honey," the man said. "You hurt your pretty feet?"
"Stepped on some danged sandburs," said Sandy.
"Want me to take a look," said the man. "I got lots of experience pulling thorns out of girls' feet, since I got three daughters of my own." Sandy opened the trunk.
"Here's the beer," she said, ignoring the man's offer.
The two men carried in the case of beer together, as if it were a coffin. They tripped more than once over their own feet from not watching where they were going. Their eyes were on Sandy's wiggling ass and bare legs, and Sandy knew it.
Back inside, Sandy served the beers as the men sat around the table. She opened the sweat-ing bottles and poured beer into a glass for each man. The men were all puffing on cigars that smoked like volcanoes. Sandy's eyes watered and she coughed.
"Can we get back to the game?" her dad said. "Whose deal is it, for christsake?"
Sandy could tell her dad was getting more and more jealous over the attention the men were giving her, so, to rile him up even more, she exaggerated her lean over the table as she poured the beer, and her tits just barely stayed anchored in the titcups of her bikini halter. Half of both her cherries were uncovered.
"Don't you have something to do in your room?" her dad said when she'd finished pour-ing the beer.
"No," Sandy said. "I don't think so. I think I'll just sit down and watch you men play cards. I might learn something."
"There ain't no room," her dad said. "Sure there is," said the man who had been paying Sandy the most attention all day, the one who'd offered to check her feet for thorns. He caught Sandy around the waist and pulled her down into his lap.
Sandy let out a girlish squeal and giggle. Her dad glared at her, but she just smiled at him.
"Somebody deal, for christsake!" her dad growled.
Sandy's eyes watered from all the cigar smoke, and she choked on the acrid smoke from time to time, but she was determined to stay in the room just to spite her dad. He had, after all, forced her to go on a slave mission for him, during which she'd been raped twice. Indirectly, those rapes were his fault. And he'd ruined her peaceful day with his damned card party. Well, now it was her turn to get him grinding his teeth a little.
She squirmed and giggled as the man holding her in his lap stroked her silky, tanned belly-skin. She could feel his big hardon throbbing against her leg through his pants. He was a fat old toad, but the feel of his raging-hard cock excited her. It always excited her when men desired her, no matter what they looked like or how much they disgusted her.
"Let's have a look at those wounded little feet of yours, girl," the man said. "She's got sand-burs in her feet," he explained to the rest of the gawking, cigar-puffing men.
"For christsake, are we playing cards or nursemaid?" said her dad.
"Don't mind me," the man said. "I'll sit out a few hands."
"Christ!" muttered Sandy's dad. "Whose deal is it?"
Sandy bent her leg and plopped her bare right foot in the man's lap. Her toes wiggled only inches from the throbbing bulge in his pants as he picked at her sole with his thick fingers.
"Got one," the man said, pulling out a thorn. "Here's another one."
Sandy intentionally brushed her toes against his hardon, and the man gasped.
He picked as many thorns out of her right foot as he could find, then worked on her left foot. A wet stain was forming in his pants at the tip of his throbbing cock. His face had turned red and he was sweating.
"Aren't you about done picking burs out of that spoiled brat's feet?" Sandy's dad asked. "What is this, a card game or a doctor's office?"
"Wanna go in the other room and play doc-tor some more?" the man whispered in Sandy's ear with his beer and cigar breath.
"Your deal." Sandy's dad glared at the man and shoved the pile of cards at him over the table.
The man dealed the cards clumsily, his eyes more on Sandy's tits than on his hands. As the other men played their cards, the man holding Sandy petted her bare midriff and rubbed his cock against her leg. "How old are you now, honey?"
"Old enough," Sandy said coquettishly. She took a sip of his beer as he offered it to her. She felt his fingers sliding down into her shorts, and she sucked in her stomach enough so he could get his hand down farther, but not as far as he wanted.
All the other men watched the man feel Sandy up, including her own dad, who slapped down his cards.
"Game's over!" her dad announced. "Every-body out!"
The men started to complain.
"This is my house, my party, and when I say the party's over, it's over. Everybody out!" Chairs screeched on the wood floor. The men collected their winnings, chugged down the last of the beer in their glasses. The man holding Sandy almost got his hand all the way down inside her shorts, but she squirmed away from him at the last second.
"Where you going?" said the man, looking bewildered. "You wanna go for a ride?" "No thanks, bozo," Sandy said. "Everybody out now," her dad said. "I got a headache."
The men piled out. The sound of their car engines starting filtered through the smoky gloom of the living room.
Sandy's dad studied her for a few seconds, looking her up and down as if he'd never seen her before. "Clean up this mess. I got a headache."
"You shouldn't drink so much," Sandy said. "And it's not my mess, it's yours. You clean it up."
Wiggling her ass teasingly, she went to her room and slammed the door. She locked it, then double checked it to make sure it was locked.
She sat on the bed picking sandbur thorns out of her feet with a tweezers. She didn't think she'd ever find them all and manage to pull them all out. In the livingroom, her dad muttered drunkenly to himself as he collected empty beer bottles and emptied ashtrays.
Sandy felt quite self-satisfied. She'd managed to tease all the men to distraction and to ruin her dad's party, and she'd managed to rile up her dad but good too. She wondered what had been going through her dad's mind as his card playing buddy had toyed with her in front of everybody and had nearly succeeded in sliding a finger up her cunt. Maybe she should have let him fingerfuck her. She tried to imagine the expressions on the men's faces if she'd writhed with an orgasm in front of them. The party probably would have turned into a riot, with her dad smashing chairs and breaking beer bottles.
In the other room some glass shattered, and Sandy jumped. Her dad was swearing and throwing things. She'd never heard him this riled up, and her bowels twinged with anxiety.
"Damn little bitch!" she heard him mutter. "Just like her mother. I oughta-" His mut-tering trailed off and she couldn't hear the rest.
Sandy got off the bed, dropped the tweezers on her dresser, and unlocked the door as quietly as she could. She opened the door a crack and peeked out. Her dad wasn't in the living room, he was banging around in the kitchen. She slip-ped out of her bedroom and tiptoed to the front door. The moment she got outside, she ran. She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't intend to return home until her dad had had a chance to sober up. She'd never heard him act so wild.
She got about a half block away, was winc-ing as the rough pavement of the road seared and bruised her feet--there weren't any side-walks in the neighborhood-when a car pulled up alongside her.
"Hop in," the driver said. "We'll give you a lift." He was the man who'd been feeling her up at her dad's party. Another man from the party was in the front seat with him.
"Where you going?" Sandy said. "Anywhere you want, sweetie."
Sandy wasn't thrilled about the idea of climb-ing into the car with the two drunken men, but she knew she wouldn't get very far on her bare feet before her soles were blistered and bleeding.
The men insisted she sit between them in the front seat, and she knew it wouldn't do any good to argue. She knew she'd have to pay a price for riding with them-they'd want to feel her up-but she was confident she could han-dle them. If their hands got too friendly, she'd demand to be let out of the car.
The driver draped his arm around her neck. "Where to, babe?"
"Anywhere, just so it's away from here." "Your old man getting on your nerves?" "You said it! He can't hold his beer like he should."
The men laughed, and the car took off.
The driver felt up Sandy's tits. The rider rub-bed her legs. Whenever the men felt her up too close to her crotch or her cherries, Sandy firmly moved their hands away. Although a part of her wanted to let them stick fingers up her crotch and tweak her nipples, her sense of pride wouldn't allow it. They were, after all, dirty old men who didn't even deserve what she was allowing them.
They drove out of town, along a narrow road that cut through swamp at first, then through pine woods. The men seemed content to stroke Sandy's legs and belly and upper tits, so she relaxed, almost dozing off under the gentle massage. The rider picked up one of her bare feet and started rubbing it. Sandy sighed, in a daze of relaxation.
The driver pulled off the road onto a rutted trail that was hardly detectable from the road. Sandy sat higher. "What's this?"
"Old hunting road," the driver said. "Where's it lead?"
"Nowhere special. Just off into the woods." "I don't like it," Sandy said. "Turn around and let's go back."
"I can't turn around till we get to the clear-ing," said the driver.
"Then back up."
"Too dangerous in all this brush," said the driver. "I can hardly see where I'm going mov-ing forward."
Sandy's heart started to thud. She didn't like this. The bushes brushed against both sides of the car and she felt as if the woods were devour-ing her. The driver suddenly forced his hand down her shorts and rubbed his fingers between her twatlips.
"Don't!" Sandy tried to extract his hand. "Christ, you're wet!" the driver said. He shoved a finger up her cunt. "Man, what a pussy!"
"Let me go!"
The other man grabbed her and shoved his hand up under her titcups, squeezing her naked tits.
"Man, what tits!" he muttered.
"Stop it, you guys, let me go! I mean it!" The men laughed at her.
"You love it,." the driver said. "You've been asking for it for hours."
"If you don't let me go, I'll tell my dad. I mean it. He'll come after you with a gun and blow your stupid heads off."
The men guffawed.
The car rolled out into a clearing. Sunshine streamed through and under pine trees, and the pine needles on the ground glowed coppery. "Here we are, babe," said the driver.
The men dragged Sandy out of the car. They pushed her down on her back and fell on her, slobbering all over her face and neck, feeling her up. Their beer and cigar breaths gagged her. As she squirmed helplessly on the pine-needle bed of the woods, blinded by the low sun that shot through the trees, the men ripped off her bikini halter and shorts. They were grunting and growling like hungry dogs.
"What a hot bitch!" mumbled the driver, his tongue thick with alcohol. "Man, I can't remember when I ever had one this hot, or this young."
"She's a real mink," said the other man. "A real pussy."
The men started pulling off their clothes. They both had hugely bloated, hairy paunches and fat asses. The driver had an uncut cock that reeked the moment he got it out of his pants. The cocks of both men were at least eight inches long and were dripping strands of sticky lube like cow spittle.
Sandy let out a screech and delivered a flurry of kicks and punches at the men. Her finger-nails and toenails clawed. She ripped skin, drew blood, and kicked the balls of both lusting men.
As the men rolled on the ground in pain, clutch-ing their groins and gasping, Sandy scrambled away on her hands and knees.
At the last moment, before she was com-pletely out of reach, a fat hand shot out and caught her by the ankle. She wailed as the curs-ing men got hold of her again and pinned her to the ground. As the rider held her down by lying flat out on top of her, his leaking prong throbbing against her heaving stomach, his teeth sunk into the side of her neck, the driver opened the trunk of his car and pulled out a hatchet and some rope.
"You asked for this, bitch," said the driver. He paused for a moment and bent over, clutch-ing his groin and catching his breath. "We try to be nice to you and look what we get. We're done being nice."
The driver used the hatchet to cut four skates and to pound them into the ground. They spreadeagled Sandy face-up on the ground, and they tied her wrists and ankles to the stakes with the rope. Then they stood aside and looked at her.
"Real pretty," the driver said.
Sandy struggled helplessly, her tits heaving up and down, tears in her eyes and running down her cheeks. She swore at the men, threatened them, but they just laughed at her. Their throb-bing cocks dripped lube on her face and tits, and she clamped shut her eyes, humiliated.
"Damn, this girl is all ours now, ain't she?" said the driver.
"We can do anything to her," said the rider, "and she can't do a thing to stop us."
The men stroked their cocks, as if they were going to beat off looking at her naked, helpless, squirming young body.
"I bet she loves uncut dick," the driver said. He got down over her, straddling her at the tits, and he let his stinking prick throb in her face.
Sandy could have vomited. She'd never smelled a cock that reeked so. As the man peeled back his foreskin, she saw that his cockhead was coated with a moist, whitish film, and she winced as he started rubbing his sticky knob on her face. He smeared smegma and lube on her cheeks and nose. His cockhead seared her lips and he forced it between them. Her mouth opened, her lips stretched, and his salty knob throbbed against her tonsils, gagging her.
"Suck it, sweetheart. Swallow every inch of it." The driver forced his cock deeper into her throat until her upturned nose was buried in his pubic hair and she found herself choking and smothering. "Smack them hot lips, horny bitch."
Sandy couldn't very well not suck. It was suck the driver's big, stinking cock or choke to death. As her lips smacked around his veiny shaft, as her tongue churned, he eased his cock in and out of her mouth, letting her pleasure every inch of it with her hot lips and slurping tongue.
"Man, this is heaven!" the driver moaned, humping at Sandy's face. His flabby tits and paunch jiggled as his loins thrust. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and let his sweaty, stink-ing balls flop in her face. "Lick 'em, baby, suck 'em, yeah!"
Sandy was tempted to sink her teeth into his balls, to bite them off, but she feared it would be the last thing she ever did. She was in no posi-tion to even resist, let alone to counterattack. Now she regretted having kicked the men in the balls. She wouldn't be tied down now if she hadn't.
As the driver fed Sandy his hairy balls, mak-ing her lick them all over, making her lick under them, the rider was busy between Sandy's legs. Although there wasn't room for him to lie flat out on top of her because of the driver sitting on her face, he was still able, by bridging himself and arching his back, to work his dripping prong up into her pussy. Sandy's toes squirmed as the throbbing man-cock slipped into her and started to fuck.
"Oh, man, what a tight pussy!" the driver growled, humping deliriously, his plunging cock making squishing noises in Sandy's clutching crotch-hole. "So fucking hot and wet! I wish my old lady had a cunt like this!"
"I wish my old lady had a mouth like this," the driver said. He'd shoved his cock back down Sandy's throat and had hold of her ears as he resumed fucking her face. "Use your tongue, baby, clean up that cock! I ain't washed it since I last fucked the old lady the other night!"
Sandy wretched as the taste of cunt and un-washed cock ran down her throat with her spit and the man's cockjuice. Her hands made fists, causing the ropes around her wrists to tighten like tourniquets. She strained with all her strength to break free, but she nearly blacked out from the hopeless effort. She gagged with each thrust of the driver's cock down her throat. Her toes clawed air with each plunge of the rider's sizzling prong into her tight teen pussy.
"Her pussy sucks like a goddamned mouth!" the rider grunted, rutting faster and faster between Sandy's legs. "Shit, what a feeling!"
"And her mouth sucks like a fucking pussy," growled the driver. His cock swelled larger as she sucked it and tongued it.
The driver's cock veins felt like worms as Sandy's lips rippled over them. His spongy, throbbing knob tasted like a salty meatball. As much as Sandy tried to deny it to herself, her lips were tingling with sensations that stimulated her to suck hard, to suck with mounting hunger. As the filthy man-cock pumped faster and faster in her mouth, her tongue twirled at the under-side of it and her lips smacked wetly. The man's slimy cum would be filling her throat soon, and as much as she hated the man, she wanted to taste his jizz.
"This baby wants my load," the driver said. "Look at her suck!"
"She wants my load too," said the rider. "You oughta feel her pussy around your cock. Man, oh Christ!"
He started gasping as Sandy's cunt erupted with a quick flurry of contractions.
Sandy's toes clutched so hard that her toenails almost cut into the balls of her feet. Her legs and arms, her entire body, quivered as prick-ling sensations shot through it. Despite her situa-tion, despite her hatred of the men abusing her, she couldn't stop the pleasure from steaming through her responsive teenage body and over-whelming her. Her loins rocked to the rhythm of the rider's humping. Her lips smacked to the rhythm of the driver's mouth-fucking. "She's a fucking sexmachine," moaned the driver. "Oh, man, she's gonna make me come, she's gonna suck out my load!"
Behind him, the rider fucked in a frenzy, plunging his cock in Sandy's sucking pussy. "Ahh, ahhhhh!"
Sandy saw stars. The sex energy and pleasure shooting through her body reached an unbear-able peak. Her cunt tightened like a fist, nearly popping the rider's cock out of its skin, then erupted with the violent spasms of orgasm. Sandy's eyes rolled back and whines of pleasure came from deep in her cock-stuffed throat. As she came, she chewed on the cock in her mouth.
"Ahhhhh!" the driver bellowed. "Take it!" Gasping like a man being whipped, he ejaculated his cum down Sandy's gullet. "Drink it! Fuck!"
Gobs of hot cum rolled down Sandy's throat. She gurgled, choked. Her mouth overflowed as the flexing cock in her mouth pumped out spurt after spurt. Cum ran down her cheeks and neck.
"Ohhhhh yeaahhhhh!" The rider wiggled his fat ass, screwing wildly as his spunk erupted suddenly into Sandy's pussy and womb. "Ahhhh, ahhhhhh!"
Sandy nearly tore her legs off at the ankles as she strained to break free of her bonds and wrap her legs around the man rutting between them. The intense sensations racking her cunt from having her legs spread wide during her orgasm were more than she could stand. She would have screamed in pain from the intensi-ty of her spasms if her throat hadn't been stuffed with cock and filled with cum.
"Drink my jism!" the driver growled, grind-ing his cock in Sandy's throat. "Swallow every-drop!"
The rider humped, grunting like an old boar as he fucked the remainder of his sizzling ball-juice up Sandy's cock-sucking twathole. "Yeahhhhh, yeahhhhhh!"
Sandy was still quivering from fingers to toes when the men pulled their cocks out of her. Orgasmic waves still flowed through her loins and made her wiggle and hump. Her eyes were still rolled back and glazed over.
Standing over her, the driver stroked her cheeks with his dirty toes, smearing around the cum that had escaped her mouth. He shoved his cum-wet toes into her mouth and made her suck them clean.
"I thought I told you to drink every drop," he said.
The rider, 'standing between Sandy's legs, stuck his big toe up Sandy's cum-oozing pussy, and Sandy almost screamed from the stimula-tion to her ultra-sensitive fuckmeat as the man's toe twisted and his toenail gouged. She sucked hard on the toes in her mouth to help herself withstand the unbearable stimulation to her cunt.
"It appears she likes to suck a man's toes," said the driver. "Sure feels good. I could beat off with this baby sucking my toes."
He took hold of his half-hard prick and started stroking it, sliding the foreskin up and down. In seconds, his cock was as hard as bone again and a drop of hot lube oozed out and fell on Sandy's face.
The rider, stimulated by the sight and feel of Sandy's wet cunt sucking his own big toe, grabbed his own stiffening cock.
"Here I thought I was all fucked out," he said. "But this baby's got me hard again. She makes me feel like a horny teenage kid."
"Me too," said the rider, leering down at Sandy. "We ain't done with you yet, bitch."
Chapter Four
The men untied her rope bonds from the four stakes and yanked her to her feet. Ropes dangled from her wrists and ankles. The driver plopped his fat ass down where Sandy's ass had been and lay back where Sandy had lain. He held his rigid, uncut prong vertical, the foreskin peeled back, the head gleaming in the late-day, coppery sunlight that came down through and under the pine trees and reflected off the pine needles.
"Sit on it," the driver said, wiggling his cock. Sandy whimpered, struggling in the rider's arms. She wanted to go home. She didn't want to fuck these dirty old men anymore.
"Come on, bitch, sit on it," the rider said. He forced her down, forced her to straddle the driver's fat loins as the driver guided his cock up into Sandy's wide-open, jizz-dripping pussy.
"Ahhhhh!" groaned the driver as Sandy was impaled to the hilt on his throbbing prick. It felt like a hot billyclub sliding up Sandy's cunt, and she panted, squirming on the slippery fucktool. The driver reached up and grabbed her nipples, pinching them and stretching them, using them as handles to pull her down and for-ward on top of him. As she lay flat out on top of him, his prick still firmly anchored in her tight young twat, the driver wrapped his arms around her, crushing her in a bear hug, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He humped upward, working his randy cock in her twat. As he fucked her, cum ran out of her cunt and trick-led down over his hairy, bull-balls.
"Man, this is living!" growled the rutting man as he reamed out Sandy's seething pussy. Sandy was helpless to do anything but gasp and squirm. She tried not to enjoy the screw-ing of the big prong in her cunt, but the fuck feelings shot through her loins and her cunt tightened with each thrust of the man's cock, sucking his cock as he rammed it in and out.
The rider spread Sandy's legs and re-secured her ankles to the two lower stakes, then re-tied her wrists to the two upper stalks so that she was spreadeagled face-down over the driver. The rider moved up in front of her, kneeled down, and stuffed his dripping cock in her mouth. Sandy gagged as the cock slipped down her throat.
"This girl's got one pretty mouth," said the rider. He grabbed her by her blonde hair and jerked her head, forcing her lips to slide up and down around his veiny prick. "Lick it, suck it, yeah!"
As she'd done when the driver had raped her mouth, Sandy smacked her lips and churned her tongue. She had no choice. She didn't want to choke to death.
"That's it, baby, suck that cock!" said the rider.
"For christsake, her spit's dripping off your balls on my face," complained the driver. "And your balls don't smell any too pleasant either."
"Sorry," the rider said. He pulled his cock out of Sandy's mouth. Then he crawled on his hands and knees like a dog until he was behind Sandy and between her spread legs. "Your cock's sliding in and out of her pussy real nice. Wish I had my camera, it'd make a pretty picture."
"I can't remember when I last fucked a cunt this hot," said the driver, humping relentlessly. "Oh, and ain't she the softest, silkiest little mink I ever rubbed up against!"
"She's got a damned pretty little asshole, too," said the rider. He sniffed her ass, then started licking up and down the moist cleft between the cheeks.
Sandy moaned involuntarily. Her toes worked sensuously: As much as she hated herself for it, she was enjoying the pleasure these smelly old men were giving her. Here she was, tied down on top of a man who was raping her while another man slobbered spit all up and down her asscrack, and although she was disgusted by the scene, although she hated the men for using her for their selfish pleasure, she couldn't stop the throbbing sex-itch in her loins.
The rider caught some of the cum oozing out of Sandy's pussy-the cum he'd shot into her just a short time ago-and he slapped it between her asscheeks. He twisted his middle finger against her asspucker and forced it up her asshole.
Sandy gasped. "Damn you, stop that!" "You love it!" the rider growled. "Your asshole's hot as hell and sucking like a calf!" He yanked his finger out of her, then caught some more slimy jizz and pussyjuice and rubbed it up and down his rigid cock.
"What you doing back there?" the driver said.
"You'll find out in a second," the rider said. Getting up over Sandy, mounting her from behind, he stuck his jizz-dripping cock between her asscheeks, started grinding his burning cockhead against her shitter.
"Damn you, get off me!" Sandy screeched. She tightened her asscheeks, contracted her asshole, but the man's cock was too hard, and he was too horny to be stopped. Sandy wailed as the rider's eight-inch prick forced open her shitter and sank to the hilt up her asshole.
"Ahhhhh!" sighed the rider, settling down on top of Sandy, wiggling his cock in her seething shithole.
"I'll be damned!" the driver said. "You're buggering the little slut! I didn't think her asshole would open up that wide!"
"She could take one a foot long and as thick as my arm, if she had to," the rider said. He rocked his hips, pumping his cock in and out of Sandy's asshole. "I'll stretch her out!" "I feel your cock moving inside her," said the driver. "Shit, we're gonna wear a hole between her pussy and asshole."
"I hope so," said the rider, fucking faster, driving his bone-hard cock up Sandy's asshole again and again.
Sandy's fingers and toes clutched. She squirmed between the two men, gasping, her eyes bugging out with each thrust of the two cocks into her loins. This wasn't the first time she'd been assfucked, but it was the first time she'd ever been fucked up the ass and fucked up the pussy at the same time. Her loins felt like they'd explode from the pressure of the two big pricks stuffing her. Her guts felt like they were melting. Her pussy and asshole contracted hard with each screwing thrust of the two cocks.
"Take it easy!" she whimpered. "Please, oh Jesus!"
The two men were too blinded by lust to in-hibit their wild thrusting. As Sandy quivered and writhed between them, they rammed their cocks into her like rutting bulls, grunting with bestial pleasure. "Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, yeahhhhhh!"
Sandy panted like a woman giving birth. Her eyes rolled back with pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. She couldn't tell where the pleasure ended and the pain began, and vice versa. Fuck sensations shot through her body in excruciating waves. The fuckjuices gushed out of her. Her mouth gaped, and she found herself wanting a cock to fill it, a cock to smack her lips around and to suck on as the two grunting men raped her pussy and asshole.
"You love it, horny bitch," growled one of the men. "You can't get enough of it!" And he was right. She wanted it now, wanted to be raped simultaneously by two smelly cocks. She wanted to be used and enjoyed by the two men. She wanted it-because it felt so good. It felt so good she ground her teeth together with the intensity of the sensations.
"Fuck meeeee! " she whined. "Ohhhhhhh fuck meeeeee!"
She humped her loins, rubbed her lithe, silky young body between the hairy, flabby bodies of the two rutting, grunting old pigs. "Yessss, yessssss!"
The men muttered with mounting excitement. Neither of them had ever fucked a hotter female. Their plunging cocks swelled, harden-ed, quivered. The man fucking Sandy's asshole started to come.
"Ahhhhhh!" he bellowed, his pleasure-racked cock shooting hot wads of spunk up Sandy's squeezing asshole.
"Shoot it!" Sandy gasped. "Cream me! Oh!"
As the man bucking on top of her spurted cum up her asshole, the man under her and rut-ting up into her pussy went into spasms. His spunk exploded into her like fireworks, and Sandy jerked with each powerful ejaculation.
"Ohhhhh mannnnn!" groaned the driver, overflowing her cunthole with hot jism and feel-ing it run down on his contracting balls.
"Yesssss!" Sandy hissed as the two cocks bucked and spurted inside her. "Ohhhhh yesssss!"
Humping, squirming, rotating her ass, she brought herself off. Her pussy and asshole ex-ploded with violent spasms, and fiery tingles shot through her loins and throughout her body. Orgasmic pleasure flowed up her spine, up her arms and down her legs. Her asshole and pussy sucked like hungry mouths, nearly skinning alive the two flexing man-cocks in her loins.
The naked trio melted together, shared ecstasy flowing among them. Sandy became one flesh with the two grunting, grinding men. Her loins filled with their spunk, her flesh fused with their flesh. As her orgasmic pulsations petered away, she relaxed completely between the men, purring like a kitten.
"I'm all fucked out!" the rider groaned, slipping his softening cock out of Sandy as he rolled off her.
The driver struggled out from under her, and she fell against the warm, prickly pine needles, feeling the penetrating rays of the fast- descending sun on her naked back. She was still tied up, and flies buzzed and landed on her jizz-slimy ass and crotch, but she was too exhausted to care. She lay there moaning, her exhausted young body melting into the ground.
Chapter Five
It was almost dark when the two wretched men dropped Sandy off a block from her house. They nervously told her to say hello to her dad for them, then sped away the moment she slammed the car door.
With the fall of night, the neighborhood dogs were all barking, and Sandy ran along the warm asphalt, wincing and cursing as she stepped on pebbles and twigs. She expected gigantic black hounds to jump out at her from behind the overgrown subtropical scrub of the neigh-borhood. People in the area often let their dogs roam free at night, and dog attacks on pedestrians were frequent. Sandy prayed that when she got home she'd find the old man sleeping off his drunk. She wasn't about to go run-ning back out into the dark tonight.
She could see a small lamp burning in the living room through a crack in the curtains. The front door was locked, and she had to pull her house key out of her shorts. Luckily, she hadn't lost it in all the commotion with the two men. She unlocked the door as quietly as she could and slipped inside. The house was dead silent. Sandy sighed with relief.
She slipped into her dark bedroom and locked the door behind her without turning on the light. She sighed again. She'd made it. Now she could flop down on her bed and spend the evening relaxing-maybe beat off a few times before she went to sleep. She switched on the overhead light.
Her dad was sitting on her bed, staring at her. He was up before she could escape, and he grabbed her by the arms.
"Where the hell you been all this time? I made supper for us and you never showed up." Her dad still smelled of beer, but he'd sobered up considerably.
"That's my business," Sandy said. "Let me go. "You sound just like your ma, the old bitch!" "If you don't let me go, I'll scream." "Go ahead."
Sandy opened her mouth, threatening to scream, but she didn't. She was too exhausted this evening to be melodramatic.
"You wanna know where I was? I was out in the woods with your boyfriends."
"What boyfriends?"
"Your card-party buddies. The two that helped me carry in the case of beer. I was sit-ting on the one's lap, remember? Or were you too drunk?"
Her dad frowned.
"And I'll bet you'd like to know what I was doing with them in the woods." She smiled suggestively.
"You little bitch! Quit bullshitting me!" "I ain't bullshitting you, big daddy, I was out in the woods with those two dirty old men -and I enjoyed it."
"You're crazy if you think I'm gonna believe something like that. I'm sick of your lies, girl. It's time you learned a lesson."
He sat at the edge of the bed, pulling Sandy down with him, and he threw her face-down over his knees. Her head fell forward, her long blonde hair dangling onto the floor. As she lay there, stunned and panting, he yanked her shorts off her ass and pulled them off her legs. All she had left on was her bikini halter. He started to swat her bare ass.
"It's time you learned a lesson!" Crack! His hand fell like a paddle. Sandy gasped with each stinging swat. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Oh God, stop it!" Sandy screeched. In all her years, this was the first time her dad had spanked her. If he'd ever dared lay a hand on her while her mother was still around, her mother would have run to Social Services and had him locked up.
Her dad was relentless. Her ass glowed red and he spanked harder, making the swats sting even more.
"Please!" Sandy begged. "It hurts."
"It's supposed to hurt!" her father growled. "I shoulda started doing this a long time ago, then maybe you wouldn't have grown up to be such a smarty pants."
Sandy squirmed. Her ass was on fire. She kicked back at her dad's smacking hand, but her heels wouldn't reach it. Her dad laughed at her futile attempts to defend herself. He started slapping the backs of her thighs.
"I hate you!" Sandy wailed.
"Good. You're gonna hate me a lot more once I get done with you." He pinched her ass. "You're a pig, a dirty old boar!"
Her dad laughed. "And you're a dirty young sow."
He pinched her ass, then slapped it again. Sandy didn't know what to do.
"Please, Daddy!" she whimpered. "I'll do anything you want, just stop it!"
Her dad stopped. He was out of breath. As she lay across his knees, catching her own breath and praying that the spanking was finally over, she felt her dad's hard cock throbbing against her hip through his pants. Suddenly, her dad unsnapped her bikini halter and it slipped off her tits. She lay across his knees, stark naked, her ass throbbing from the spanking he'd given her.
"What's all this gooey shit running down your legs?" Her dad forced her legs farther apart so he could inspect between them. He spread her asscheeks. "Christ, you've been fucked but good! And up the asshole too! Jesus Christ!"
I told you, I was out in the woods with your buddies, Sandy thought, but she didn't dare say it out loud.
He rolled her off his knees and onto the floor. She fell with a thud.
"Ouch!" She rubbed her elbow. "What kind of a girl have I raised?" "The kind you like," Sandy said sarcastically. Her dad shook his head. "It was your ma who turned you into a cock-teasing slut, not me."
"Look who's talking!" Sandy said. She lifted her leg and nudged the hardon in her dad's pants with her toe. "A man who gets hard over his own daughter! Disgusting!"
Her dad's face turned even redder.
"Oh yeah! What the hell is this?" He jumped up, went to Sandy's dresser, and pulled out the dildo vibrator. "Well?"
"Mom left that behind," Sandy said. "And what gives you the right to go through my dresser drawer?"
Her dad pulled out her pile of porn magazines, some of which pictured men with hardons and spurting cum, others of which pic-tured men and women fucking. "And I suppose these were your ma's too?"
"Of course," Sandy said. "Where would I get the money to buy them?"
"Christ!" her dad said, "What the hell was the old lady doing with these?"
"You obviously didn't satisfy her," Sandy said. "She had to learn to satisfy herself." "-The way you satisfy yourself, you little tramp?" Her dad was fuming.
"Of course," Sandy said, leering up at him. "Every chance I get."
"You don't get enough cock out in them woods?"
"Sure I do, but I like to beat off too, if it's all right with you. Or is jerking off something that only boys are privileged to do?" She stuck her tongue out at him.
"You act just like a little brat," her dad said. "Why don't you go back to your bedroom and beat off," Sandy said. "If you'd spent more time satisfying Mom instead of beating off like a little boy, maybe she'd still be around."
"You're crazy!" her dad shouted. "You know that? You're outa your fucking mind, just like your ma was."
He lunged toward her, dragged her up off the floor, and threw her across the bed.
She lay there stunned and cowering, watching her dad yank nylon stockings out of her dresser drawer. He tied the stockings around her ankles, then bound her ankles to the two foot-posts of the bed. He did the same with her wrists,, binding them to the two headposts of the bed. She was too exhausted and shocked to resist, and she soon found herself lying naked and spread-eagled on the bed the same way she'd lain naked and spreadeagled on the floor of the pine woods just a short time ago.
"How's that? You like that?" her dad said. "You must, since you didn't put up any fight." Sandy remained silent, her tits rising and fall-ing as she breathed. She was so shocked that her dad had tied her up that she was too timid to antagonize him any further.
Her dad picked up the dildo vibrator and turned it on. Its hum filled the silent room. Leaning over the bed, leering at her, he touched the buzzing dildo to her right nipple. A shock wave shot through her tit and cunt, and she squirmed. He vibrated her other nipple, and her cunt fluttered, the jism of her rapists bubbling out of her.
"Dirty little slut!" Her dad touched the vibrator to her lips, then forced it into her mouth.
Her teeth rattled against the quivering white plastic. Her skull buzzed. Her brains swam. Her dad pulled the vibrator out of her mouth and rolled it against each of her moist armpits.
He lifted it to his nose and sniffed it, then licked off her armpit sweat. Sandy couldn't believe it. He moved to the foot of the bed and zinged Sandy's toes with the vibrator. Vibrations shot through her legs like electricity. She gasped. Snickering, her dad slid the vibrator up one of her spread legs and started rubbing it up and down her cunt-slit. Shocks shot through Sandy's clit. She humped against the dildo, gasping and moaning, her toes clutching.
"Oh God! Oh, Daddy!"
"You like that, huh?" Her dad shoved the dildo up into her pussy until only an inch of it still stuck out of her. Then he released the dildo and stepped back to watch Sandy squirm with the buzzing cylinder inside her.
Sandy couldn't control herself. She writhed, struggling against the bonds that spreadeagled her. Her toes clutched, her loins jerked and humped. She longed to squeeze her legs together around the dildo or she'd go crazy.
"Pull it out!" she whined. "It's too much!" As her cunt chewed at the humming vibrator, the device gradually worked its way out of her, but before it could slip all the way out, her dad shoved it back in. Sandy arched up, her loins gyrating and rocking.
"You're squirming more now than when I spanked you," her dad said. His smirking face was flushed with excitement. His eyes burned as he watched her. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He undid his pants and stepped out of them. He took off his shoes and socks, then his jockey briefs. His cock sprang out, dripping lube with each ponderous throb.
Sandy's eyes bugged out at the sight of her dad's cock. She'd never seen it before, and she was stunned at its size. She'd been fucked by scores 'of men and hunky teenage studs, but none of them had possessed a cock as huge as the one now throbbing before her eyes. It was uncut, as big around as her own forearm, and ten' inches long at least. Her mother surely hadn't left home because that cock had failed to satisfy her. She rocked her loins, humping harder as the dildo hummed in her cunt. The sight of that big, dripping prick excited her like no other cock ever had-despite herself.
"What you looking at, girl?" Her dad pushed the dildo back in as it started to slide out. "Does Daddy's cock turn you on, dirty little bitch?"
He leaned over her and pinched both her nip-ples hard, and Sandy saw stars.
She gasped, her cunt contracting more and more rapidly around the vibrating dildo. She salivated as her dad's horny cock throbbed less than a foot away from her face. A trickle of spit ran from one corner of her mouth. She could smell her dad's big male fucker, and her nostrils flared. She found herself lusting for a taste of it.
Her dad got up on the bed between her legs, his big dick throbbing with each beat of his heart. Sitting back on his heels, he watched her humping and squirming under the relentless vibrations of the dildo. He was leering like a crazy man.
Sandy couldn't take her eyes off his dick, or off his hairy, muscular body. She'd always con-sidered him a fat old pig, but she now realized he wasn't as fat or as old or as ugly as she'd thought. For the first time in her life possibly, she was really looking at him, and she realized that despite his being her own father, he was a really hunky stud. In a way, he was even hand-some. And that cock of his! Oh Jesus, what a cock!
"Dirty teenage bitch!"
Her dad reached between her legs and shoved the dildo back in as it nearly slipped out again. This time, however, he held onto it and started working it in and out, fucking her with it. With his free hand, he masturbated his massive cock, peeling the foreskin off the fist-sized knob and working it up and down along the shaft, which was so thick that he was unable to completely close his large hand around it.
Sandy jerked as her dad raped her with the dildo. She couldn't withhold voicing her pleasure any longer, and she started to moan and whine. Her loins churned with each plunge of the dildo up her pussy. Cuntcream, along with cum from the men who had raped her earlier, frothed out around the sliding plastic cylinder.
"Oooooh!" Sandy squealed. "Oooooh yessss!"
"Filthy slut!" Her dad rammed the dildo in and out of her, making her gasp and whimper. She arched up with each screwing thrust. Her cunt sucked at the dildo so hard that her loins were on the verge of cramping. She gazed at her dad's big juicy prick being jerked off by his muscular hand, and she stuck her tongue out, hungry to lick the lube off the moist, smelly cockhead. Her dad wiped some of the smell and fucklube off the tip of his cock and smeared it on her lips, on her cheeks.' The scent of uncut cock drove Sandy over the brink, and her pussy exploded with orgasm.
Her eyes crossed and rolled back. Her toes clutched with each round of spasms that swept through her cunt. Her loins humped, her ass bouncing on the mattress. She nearly tore off her feet at the ankles trying to squeeze her legs together. Spasming with her legs spread wide apart made her nearly black out. She whined.
Her dad sneered, showing his teeth as he watched her writhe with pleasure. He twisted the dildo this way and that, screwing it in and out of her hard-sucking pussy. He'd let go of his cock, which flexed and quivered excitedly as if it were going to shoot off without him touching it, and his fucklube flicked off onto the mattress like thick, clear tears.
"Oh, Daddy!" Sandy gasped. "Daddy! Daddy!"
Her dad released the dildo and grabbed both her nipples. Growling, he pinched. them hard and twisted them, stretching them, making Sandy scream with pleasure and pain. The spasms in her cunt became so intense that her eyes rolled back, sinking into her skull, and she blacked out.
Chapter Six
When Sandy regained consciousness, her dad had pulled the dildo out of her and turned it off. He shoved it into her mouth and made her suck it clean. The taste of cum and pussyjuice made her even more lightheaded. Her dad wiped the dildo dry on her tits, then dropped it. He climbed up over her, straddling her at the neck and resting his ass on her tits.
"Lick it," he said, letting his cock throb in her face. His cock was so hard that the foreskin had retracted completely off the knob and was stretched almost tight on the shaft.
Now that Sandy had come, she wasn't nearly as enthused about tasting her dad's cock as when she'd been writhing with excitement and lust as the dildo had buzzed inside her. Her dad's cock-knob reeked with a cheesy smell that both nauseated and enticed her. His pisshole was wide open, and lube dribbled out of it nonstop, falling on her cheeks and lips. She gingerly toyed with the smelly knob, using just the tip of her tongue, not really licking it.
"I said, lick it! Is that any way to lick? Clean it up, little bitch!"
"Wash it first," Sandy said. She was feeling a little more daring now that she wasn't being tortured with the dildo.
Her dad grabbed his cock at the base of the shaft and hit her across the face with it a few times. "Are you gonna lick? Or do I have to get rough?"
"Go to hell, you old goat!" Sandy wasn't sure exactly why she was suddenly so insistent on being stubborn, but the thought crossed her mind that maybe she wanted her dad to get rough, maybe she wanted to be forced to obey.
Her dad grabbed her by her blonde hair and yanked. As tears flooded her eyes and she whimpered in pain, he banged his cock back and forth across her face a few more times. "Lick, damn you!"
Now Sandy had no choice but to lick, so she did. Tears dribbling down her cheeks, she lapped at her dad's dripping prick with long swipes of her tongue. He turned his cock this way and that as she licked the head and cleaned off all the cheesy moisture. It was like licking a big, hot caramel apple, only it didn't taste like caramel-it tasted like salt and sweat and head-cheese.
"That's a girl, lick your daddy's cock." He raised up and planted his huge, sweaty balls over her mouth. "Now lick my balls."
Sandy groaned as the huge balls covered her face and nearly smothered her. The scent of a man's balls always got her instantly drunk. As her dad rubbed his moist, hairy balls all over her face, she slurped at them hungrily, her tongue covering very inch of them. He pressed his crotch to her mouth, and she kissed it. Then his asscrack slid over her nose and she tasted his ass.
"Lick it clean, you little sleaze-ball!" Sandy was too drunk on the male aromas, too far gone on lust to care anymore what she was licking. She lapped up and down her dad's hairy asscrack and cleaned it out. She licked at his hot, throbbing asshole and probed it with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue slipped up his asshole.
"Jesus Christ!" Her dad had never felt anything like that before. No woman had ever stuck her tongue up his asshole. The feeling made him grab his cock and pump it as thrills shot through it.
Sandy twisted and wriggled her tongue. She knew that if she jabbed the right spot in his asshole she could make him shoot off. She'd brought off a lot of boys at school that way, and she took delight in doing it. They'd always curse her because she'd make them lose their precious loads before they, wanted to.
Her dad apparently sensed the danger in letting her talented tongue squirm inside his asshole too long, because he gasped and raised up suddenly, pulling up off her tongue. Sliding back to rest his ass on her tits, he shoved his dripping, spit-wet cock in her face again. "Now suck it !"
Before Sandy could open her mouth, her dad forced his cock into it. The knob alone was so big that her jaws nearly dislocated from the stretch. As her dad forced the knob' into her throat, she gagged.
"Just like your ma!" her dad growled.
"Swallow it, bitch, you'll get used to it!" Sandy, had sucked a lot of big cocks, but this one was more than she could handle. She choked violently, her face turning blue before her dad eased his cock out of her throat and let her gulp air.
"Try again, deep-throat!" He shoved his cock in again, this time sliding all of it down her gullet.
Sandy's nose was buried in her dad's cock hairs, was pressed into his pubic bone. It shocked her that she'd managed to swallow his entire cock. Her dad's hot lube ran down her throat. He started to slide his cock in and out. Sandy gulped air when she could and tried to control her gagging. Her lips smacked as she sucked. There was something ultra exciting about sucking a cock that a donkey could have owned.
"That's my girl, suck Daddy's big horny cock! Ahh, yeah!" Her dad watched Sandy's blue eyes cross as he slid his prong in and out of her mouth. Her lips were stretched thin, like rubberbands around his veiny cock. Each flick of her wet tongue against the underside of his cockhead sent electricity whirling through'his horny rod. "Baby, you sure know how to suck cock! You suck prick ten times better than your ma."
Sandy growled. Her throat had relaxed, and she no longer gagged as her dad slid the entire ten inches of his cock in and out of her mouth and throat. She was getting off on swallowing his horny slab of male fuckmeat, and now she hungered for his spunky man-juice. When he reached back with one hand to shove a finger up her cunt, she rocked her loins and sucked faster.
"Oh, baby, eat it!"
Her dad had never been pleasured by such a hot blowjob. The excitement of feeding his bitch daughter his oversized prong and at the same time ramming his stiff middle finger in and out of her tight, teen pussy, sent him to the brink of orgasm long before he was ready to come. He tried to pull his cock out of Sandy's hard-sucking mouth in time to delay his orgasm and prolong his pre-orgasmic enjoyment, but a deft flick of Sandy's tongue at his pleasure-strand sent his excitement past the point of no return. Fuck-itch shot through the core of his cock and, with a gasp, he rammed. Sizzling streams of cum jetted through his pisstube and burst into Sandy's throat.
"Ahhhh!" he grunted, humping, jerking. He didn't care if he fucked her head off. Only his pleasure mattered. He rammed his cock down her throat again and again, spurting jism against her tonsils, making her gurgle and choke. He shot so rapidly and profusely that his cum overflowed her mouth and ran down her cheeks. "Suck it out, eat it!"
Sandy sucked and swallowed hungrily, although she couldn't avoid choking as the salty, slimy load filled, her throat and mouth and as her dad's bucking prick plunged down her gullet again and again. The rutting of his stiff finger in her pussy made her hump and squirm, and she was as much intent on coming again herself as she was on sucking the cum out of her dad's cock.
"Suck my cock!" her dad gasped. "Swallow my jizz!"
He rammed his finger in and out of her tightening pussy and felt her pussy erupt with quivering, sucking spasms.
"Oh, baby-come!"
Sandy's eyes rolled back and her entire body shuddered from the spasms racking her loins. She sucked her dad's cock as if she wanted to suck his balls out through it. Thick, jelly-like wads of jism oozed from his pisshole and rolled down her throat. The rhythm of her sucking matched the rhythm of the orgasmic waves pulsing through her pussy.
"Baby!" her dad moaned. "My sweet baby!" When he was finished coming, he toppled off her and came to rest in a sitting position on the floor, his back resting against her dresser, his eyes closed. His jaws relaxed and in seconds he was sleeping.
Sandy struggled with her bonds, and it both surprised and infuriated her that her dainty nylon stockings were strong as steel cable. She realized after a few frenzied attempts that she'd have to rip her arms and legs off to break free of her bonds.
"Asshole!" she whispered at her sleeping father. "Drunk old fart!"
Now that her sexual excitement had petered out and her dad's cock had softened, she no longer viewed him as the sexy hunk she had only minutes ago. Now he was a dirty old man to her again-her dumb old father-and she was disgusted that she'd allowed him to tie her down and rape her mouth with his stinking cock. She dozed off, thinking about how she'd get back at him.
Chapter Seven
She awoke with a start. Her dad was up on the bed with her and climbing on top of her. She was so groggy that she thought she might be dreaming. She had no idea what time it was, except that it was still dark outside. It could have been the middle of the night, it could have been only a few minutes after she'd fallen asleep. Her dad's prick throbbed against her belly, hot as a branding iron as he settled down on top of her. She cringed as he started slobbering sticky kisses on her face and mouth and shoulders.. "I'm crazy about you, baby. I've been wanting to lay on you for I don't know how long."
"Get off me!" Sandy growled. She was a crabby bitch for hours after she woke up in the morning, and being awakened so rudely in the middle of the night made her ready to kill. "I said, get off me!"
Her moaning father sucked the side of her neck until her eyes almost popped out. That hickie was going to scar her neck for weeks.
Sandy fumed. With all the strength she could muster, she struggled against her dad's grinding bulk and against her bonds, and she almost burst a blood vessel in her brain. She slumped back, exhausted, panting, her body misted with sweat. Her dad laughed at her, licking her face and tits as if she were a succulent piece of meat he was going to devour. He started kissing her again, raising hickies on her cheeks and neck and tits. Sandy ground her teeth, powerless to defend herself.
Her dad nuzzled down into her armpits, lapping at them as if her armpit sweat were honey. He licked her tits and sucked on her nipples, and Sandy quivered with pulsating thrills. Her pussy started contracting.
"You're all trine,"her dad said. "I'm gonna enjoy you as long as I want. I'm gonna keep you tied down till I'm sick of you."
Sandy closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. If she were able to break free, she knew without a doubt that she'd kill him, even if he was her own father. He had no right to use her like this.
Her dad licked her belly all over, and Sandy suppressed a giggling fit. He licked out her navel, then kissed her lower belly and kissed down her legs. He showered her feet with kisses and sucked on her toes. Having her toes sucked had the same effect on Sandy as having her nipples sucked-it made her cunt contract. She panted harder.
"Mmn, I love the taste of every inch of you," her dad muttered. "I could eat you alive." He slid up to nuzzle and lick the inner sides of her thighs. He sniffed her juicy cunt and his eyes glazed over from the scent of her. He kissed her clit.
Sandy gasped. Electrical tingles showered her pussy. Whenever her slit was first touched during a fuck session, she almost went into spasms.
Spreading her pussylips wide with his thumbs, her dad lapped up and down the pink, sizzling sex-meat between the furry slabs. He darted his tongue into her juicy, throbbing fuckhole, then withdrew it. He darted his tongue in again, withdrew it. He did this several times, and Sandy started to quiver. Her cunt throbbed wildly, oozing tart-sweet girljuice, and her, dad lapped it up with lip-smacking satisfaction.
"What a girl! Hottest girl in town, and she's all mine!"
Each time her dad called her his, she wished she could kick him in the face. She didn't belong to anybody. Nobody owned her. She was her own woman, and when she got loose she was going to teach her dad a lesson he'd never forget. She had no idea what she'd do to him, but somehow, some way, she'd get even.
"Mmmm!" Her dad plunged his face between her pussylips and fastened his Ups to her clit. He sucked mercilessly, at the same time nibbling her clit with his front teeth and torturing it with the tip of his electric tongue.
Sandy arched up, writhing, going out of her mind with the intense sensations in her crotch. "Daddy, please!" she wailed. "Oh Goddd!" Her dad almost sucked her clit off. His teeth grated the supersensitive pleasure-bud. His tongue filed back and forth across its tip. Her loins humping, her toes clutching, her eyes glazed and rolling, Sandy squealed with pleasure and pain. She whined as the fuck sensation surged to an unbearable pitch inside her and exploded. Her body shuddered, orgasmic spasms rocking her teenage loins.
"Oh, oh, Daddy!" she gasped. "Please, oh God!"
Her dad chuckled, his lips wrapped around her wriggling clit, his mouth and nose mashed to her seething, juicing cunt. As the pussycream bubbled from her contracting fuckhole, her dad sucked up the tasty fluid, then lapped up and down her throbbing pussy-cleft until her orgasm subsided. He licked the dewy moisture off her blonde cuntlips and gave the silky hairs some sharp tugs with his teeth until he'd yanked a few of them out and swallowed them.
Sandy winced as her pussy-hairs were ripped out. She sank back against the mattress, her heart pounding, waves of relaxation flowing through her body., She couldn't begin to remember how many orgasms she'd experienced in the last twelve to eighteen hours, and each orgasm left her weaker and more exhausted. She felt like a fuck machine that was wearing down.
Her dad climbed up over her again, her pussy-juice wet on his lips, his eyes and face burning with lust. His cock looked as big as an arm, and its uncapped head was swollen the size of an apple. Fucklube dripped from his open pisshole. As he lowered himself over Sandy, he pressed his searing-hot cockhead to the naked meat between her pussylips and pushed. His cock, despite its massive size, slipped inside her as easily as a buttered corncob. As he settled down on her with his full weight, he worked his cock up her crotch to the hilt. It was so long it slipped right up into her womb.
Sandy squirmed, her mouth open and gasping. She'd never been penetrated by anything so large. Her loins felt even more stuffed now than when she'd taken a cock up the cunt and asshole simultaneously in the woods this afternoon.
"Like it, baby?" Her dad nuzzled her ear, then licked it out and chewed on it.
Sandy shivered with goosebumps.
"I hate it," she said between clenched teeth. "Get that smelly thing out of me."
"Bitch!" her dad said. He started to hump. "You're a tough filly to break, but I'll break you-even if I have to keep you tied down and raped for the next twenty years."
"You're not man enough," Sandy sassed, and she bit him hard on his grizzled jaw.
He bit her back, only harder. His loins swung and his cock plunged. Sandy's eyes almost popped out as the massive cock sliced in and out of her with long strokes and the head of it punched in and out of her womb.
"Oh God!" The slamming of the long cock in and out of her pussy took her breath away. "Like it?" her dad taunted, fucking faster, thrusting harder. His hipbones cracked against hers and Sandy felt the vibrations all the way to her skull. "Like it, bitch?"
Despite her exhausted state, Sandy was squirming again. Her fingers and toes clutched. Her hips rose and fell to the wild rhythm of her dad's thrusting. Powerful fuck sensations filled her loins and swelled them with tension. Her tits ballooned, felt as if they'd burst.
"Damn you, stop it!" she pleaded, her eyes watery with tears. She was worn out. She didn't think she could stand another orgasm.
"Oh, baby! What a baby! What a bitch! Ah, ohhh!" Her dad rubbed his hairy, sweating body all over silky-soft skin as he rutted between her legs. Her pleading and squirming only excited him more. He kept slobbering kisses on her face and shoulders and tits, kept licking her, biting her, sucking on her flesh and raising new hickies.
Sandy whimpered. Her body moved mechanically, responding to her dad's fucking.
Her pussy contracted painfully with each thrust of the massive cock into it. Her toes clutched. Her pussyjuices frothed out around her dad's plunging, reaming cock and dribbled like hot spit onto his hairy bull-balls. She could feel his cock hardening and swelling more with each thrust, could feel its veins bloating and rippling against her pussylips and clit. His heavy, wet balls slapped against her crotch.
"I'm gonna fuck you all night!" her dad growled. "Man, I never fucked a pussy so tight and hot! Oh man, what a feeling!"
As the rutting went on, Sandy's groaning gradually changed to whining. She started to sound like a female alley cat with a tomcat's barbed cock anchored in her cunt. She ground her teeth from the intense sensations clawing through her loins. Her dad's cock kept punching into her womb, and each reaming thrust sent unbearable shockwaves of sensation through her.
"Damn youuuuuu!" she howled, her eyes rolled back, her body grinding up at her dad's body. If her hands could break free she would tear up the skin on his back so bad that it would look as if he'd been attacked by a tigress. If her legs could break free she would crush him to death between them.
"Oh, baby, you're the best!" Her dad bared his teeth as he rutted. His powerful loins slammed between her legs, his buttocks contracting. Sweat drenched his face and rained down on Sandy. Sweat drenched his grinding body and his flesh slipped against Sandy's flesh as if oiled. His cock sounded like a toilet plunger in her cunt. "Ahhhh, yeahhhhhh!"
Despite her exhaustion, despite her hatred of her dad for using her as his pleasure toy, Sandy couldn't help responding to the sensations torturing her body, couldn't help enjoying them. It infuriated her the way her body responded despite her mind telling it not to, and the more infuriated she became, the hotter her body got. She found herself moving to the rhythm of her dad's rutting, found herself squirming up against him like a purring kitten and trying to suck his cock deeper into her womb. When he bit her, when he kissed her, licking out her throat, she moaned with desire. She sucked on his tongue and swallowed his spit. Her cunt sucked at his sliding cock, trying to tease the cum out of it.
"Squirt it!" Sandy muttered, the words rolling out spontaneously. "Cream me with your jism!"
"You want my jizz, honey? You wanna feel your daddy's jizz squirting in your pussy?" "I want it!" she moaned. "Let me feel it!" She bared her teeth in a leer of lust. She rubbed her swollen tits against her dad's sweaty chest, stimulating her nipples against his kinky chest hair.
"Oh, Daddy!"
"Oh, baby!" Her dad braced himself on his elbows and humped faster, rammed harder. "Little bitch!"
His cock slammed into the depths of Sandy's womb. Their hipbones cracked together. They gasped in unison, their hearts slamming, the pleasure surging through them.
Sandy gnawed into her dad's jaw, growling like a female cat. She contracted all the muscles in her loins, tightening her cunt like a powerful fist and trying to skin her dad's cock alive. Her dad rammed. His eyes rolled back and his body shuddered. With a growling grunt, he shot the first spurt of his sizzling load into Sandy's womb. She felt it splash inside her.
"Eeceeeeeh!" she squealed. "Oh Daddy!" "Baby! Baby!" Her dad slammed into her, delivering a volley of spurts as his cock quivered and flexed. "Oh yeahhh!"
Sandy felt every contraction and quiver of her dad's cock, felt every drop of his spunk exploding into her cunt. It was like fireworks inside her. She humped her loins up against him in a frenzy of excitement and pleasure. As her dad's cock spit a third round of jism into her sucking crotch-hole, her toes curled and her pussy erupted with spasms. Her back arched like a bow and her body quivered.
"Ohhhhh!" she whined. "Ahhhhhhh!" Her dad made the same sounds as Sandy to voice his pleasure, and together they sounded like a pair of mating cats.
I love it, Sandy thought, although she didn't say the words out loud. I love my daddy's big horny cock spurting jism up my pussy. I love his hot, hairy body rubbing me. I love being tied down by him and raped. I love being raped! It feels so fucking good!
Her dad rutted between her legs until he'd squeezed out every last drop of cum and his cock softened inside her. Done fucking her, he pulled his cock out and started to lick her again, covering every inch of her body with his fat, wide dripping tongue, making her gasp and squirm. Lying between her legs, he licked out her cum-filled pussyhole and sucked on her spongy cuntlips. Sandy went out of her mind as he gnawed on her clit.
"Don't," she whimpered helplessly. The stimulation was more than she could stand. Her dad wouldn't stop. He licked and sucked and gnawed. He wiggled his tongue inside her. He drank her juices and rubbed his nose between her twatlips.
"Daddy, please!" Her whimpering was futile. She came again, but this time her orgasm brought her peace. She passed out with her dad's tongue still anchored in her pussy and with spasms still rocking her loins.
Chapter Eight
She slept fitfully, having weird and disturb-ing dreams. Several times during the night and the next morning her sleep was disturbed by the sounds of pounding and drilling and what sounded like the rattling of chains. At times, she thought her body was being moved about, shifted and carried, but she couldn't tell whether these crazy impressions were real-and whether she was awake during them-or whether they were a part of her weird dreams. A few times she thought she was being fucked, but again, she was too far gone to know whether she was being fucked for real or only dreaming it. All she knew for sure was that she was completely exhausted and wanted to sleep forever. Several times, she mumbled out loud about having to piss, but she never made an attempt to get up. Besides, she sensed that she couldn't have got up if she'd wanted to. Wasn't she tied down!
When she finally opened her eyes, then stretched with a violent shudder of her nude body, she found herself no longer tied down on her bed, but lying on the living room floor. From the fierce glare of sunlight through a crack in the front curtains, she could tell it was after-noon. The sun never rose above the tops of the tall Australian pines that walled in the front yard until after mid-day. When she started to sit up, she gasped. Chains rattled and something leathery tugged at her throat.
"Jesus Christ!" she muttered. She felt at her throat and found that her neck was encircled by a wide dog collar which was studded with metal rivets.
The collar, which was about three inches wide, had been locked to her neck by a small padlock, to which was also locked a strong chain with thick steel links. The other end of the chain, she discovered, was bolted to the floor.
She stood up, her heavy chain rattling, and she tried to yank the chain free of its anchoring in the floor. After a few violent tugs, she realized she'd need tools-maybe wrenches or a hacksaw-to break the chain loose. She tested the dog collar with her fingers and didn't even try to get it off. The only thing that would take the dog collar off her neck-and the chain with it-was the key to the padlock.
"Dad!" she shouted. "You asshole! Let me go!"
The house was dead silent.
"Let me go!" she screamed, rattling her chains and throwing them about until she choked from the tug of the dog collar at her throat. She realized that if she kept this up, she'd strangle herself. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to settle down. She was panting, her tits jiggling as they rapidly rose and fell.
She walked about the living room, testing the length of her chain. Now she knew what a dog felt like, she mused furiously. She couldn't get anywhere near the windows or the front door, but she was able to enter the bathroom, which was just off the living room. The chain was just long enough to allow her to sit on the toilet. "Thank God!" she moaned, pissing quarts of pent-up bladder juice into the toilet bowl. She sat there a long while after she'd finished pissing, enjoying the feel of release in her loins, trying to clear the cobwebs out of her brain. Slimy fluid dripped out of her pussy, and one whiff of it told her it was cum-old cum from all those wretched men who had fucked her yesterday, from those men who had raped her-including her own father.
"I don't believe this," she said, fingering her chain. "I don't believe any of this."
She contracted her cunt, milking cum out of it. She thought the cum-flow would never stop. Her cunt was a sewer being drained. It disgusted her to think about how she'd been used yester-day, about how all those stinking old pricks had pleasured themselves by sliding between these elastic, young pussylips of hers-about how she'd been repeatedly raped. Not that being raped was anything new to her. It was just that she'd been raped so many times yesterday that she couldn't remember them all, couldn't sort them all out, and it was disgusting.
She slipped a few fingers between her pussylips and started to masturbate herself, to probe into her wet fuckhole and to bend and rotate her stiff young clit. She always jacked off a few times upon waking up in the morning, and today, even though it was past morning, and even though she was chained up like a dog, she wasn't going to deny herself her habitual pleasure.
"Feels so good!" she sighed.
She leaned back against the toilet tank, slumped on the toilet seat, spread her legs wide, and jerked her hand between her legs. Her eyes were closed, and she reveled in the sexy sensa-tions rippling through her teenage cunt. Her pink toes wiggled sensuously.
"Feels so good! Mmn, yess!"
Fuck juices leaked from her pussy and onto the toilet seat. Her fingers made squishing sounds in her sucking pussy as she fucked herself. She felt itchy tingles not only in her pussy, but in her asshole as well, and she started to fantasize about her rape in the woods yester-day, when she'd taken both a cock up the pussy and a cock up the asshole at the same time. She could have killed those dirty old men who had used her, but still, it had felt so fucking good!
"Mmmmn, yessss, fuck me, fuck me!" She imagined them raping her again.
Her chain rattled as she slumped even more on the toilet seat, until she was in danger of sliding right off it, and she kicked her legs up in the air, pointing her toes as she plunged her hand between her thighs and knifed her fingers in and out of her seething, itching pussybole. She was so intent on pleasuring herself that she didn't hear the sound of the back door opening.
Her dad, dressed in nothing but swim trunks, a can of beer in one hand, a detective magazine under one arm, discovered Sandy at the end of her chain in the bathroom. He'd been out back sunbathing and reading. The sexy story in the detective magazine had given him a semi-hardon, and the thought of Sandy chained up naked inside the house had given his ten-inch cock an extra shot of blood as he'd entered the house. Now, finding his daughter perched on the toilet seat, her legs up in the air as she pounded her teenage pussymeat, he groped his splitting-hard cock through the thin nylon of his swim trunks and nearly shot off.
He watched the girl pleasure herself. He'd never seen anything so sexy in his entire life. Nothing in those fuck magazines he'd found in Sandy's bedroom could compare in turning him on with seeing his teenage daughter being so deliciously wicked in the flesh. He licked his lips at the sight of her fingers plunging in the soft, pink, squishy meat between her swollen blonde pussylips. Juices dribbled out of her and down her crotch and asscrack. Her toes curled hotly with each twinge of girlish ecstasy that flowed through her body.
"Mmmn, fuck meeee!" she whined. "Oh yesss!"
Her dad peeled off his swim trunks. His cock felt heavy as a baseball bat as it throbbed naked in the air, jutting up out of his loins. His foreskin had pulled back nearly completely off his moist knob, and lube dripped from his open pisshole. He hadn't washed his cock since fuck-ing Sandy, and the silicon-slick film of Sandy's dried pussy-lube coated his fuck-rod from one end to the other. He didn't think he'd ever wash his cock again. Wrapping his fingers halfway around its thick shaft, he began to slide his foreskin up and down, slowly. He had to be careful or he'd be shooting off before he wanted to.
Sandy squirmed on the toilet seat, gasping, her chain rattling as she plunged her fingers faster and faster. Her eyes rolled under their closed lids. Her toes clutched prettily, her legs waving in the air. Her pussy sucked, looking as if it wanted to devour her entire hand.
"Oooooooh!"Sandy moaned. "Ahhhhh!" Her eyes quivered open, and rolled back until only the whites showed. Her toes clawed air. She gasped repeatedly as the spasms of orgasm exploded in her teenage loins and shook her slender young body. Her tits swelled like balloons and her nipples nearly split open. "Oooooh yesssss!"
Her dad forced himself to let go of his cock. As much as he wanted to spurt his hot load all over his writhing young daughter, he also didn't want to waste his spunk so soon-before he had some fun with her first.
Sandy slowly lowered her feet back to the floor. She squeezed her legs together around her hand, milking the last spasms out of her pussy. She had to catch herself or she'd have flowed down off the toilet like a blanket slipping off a chair over which it had been thrown. She felt herself melting.
"What a bitch!" her dad said.
Sandy opened her eyes. She was too dazed to be shocked. The sight of her naked father standing there with a raging hardon didn't sur-prise her, it fascinated her. She thought she must be hallucinating.
"You're a really dirty little slut, ya know that?" Her dad reached out and grabbed her by the hair.
Sandy gasped as he pulled her hair and pulled her off the toilet. He wasn't any dream, any hallucination, he was for real.
"Damn you, let go of my hair!" she squealed. "Shut up and show me your tail, bitch!" He forced her to her hands and knees in front of the toilet and got down behind her on his knees. Her chain rattled like the chains of a chain-gang prisoner. He spread her asscheeks and let his dripping cock throb between them.
Sandy knew what was happening was real, but she was still too dizzy from her orgasm to clearly sort it all out. She braced herself on her hands and knees, her chin nearly resting on the toilet seat. Her tits hung heavily under her like udders, swollen not with milk, but with excitement.
"Damn, what an ass!" her dad growled. Leaning forward, he licked up and down her moist, pink cleft, tasting her girlish asshole. He slipped his tongue inside her, and she moaned. He drooled spit down her asscrack, straightened up and rubbed spit on his cock. He shoved his wet cock between her asscheeks.
"Open up, little girl."
Sandy didn't have a chance to resist. As easily as if his cock had been buttered, his burning cock-knob forced open the pucker of her asshole and slipped inside her. The rest of his cock followed just as easily. With a few wiggles of his ass, he screwed his cock up her asshole until his pubic hairs tickled her asscheeks.
"Oh, Daddy!" Sandy was panting. She shoved a hand up between her legs and started jacking off her pussy. "Oh God, it's so big!"
Surprisingly, she felt no real pain, just a feeling of being stuffed to the limit. She'd been fucked up the asshole often enough to know how to relax it under the attack of a randy prong, but it still surprised her that she could take over ten inches of super-thick cock up the asshole without screaming in pain and squirm-ing like a fish on a hook. As her dad started to slide his cock in and out, she did squirm, but she squirmed not with pain, but with excitement.
"You got the hottest, tightest asshole, girl!" her dad growled, plunging his cock faster. His belly banged against her ass, jolting her, mak-ing her gasp with each thrust.
His cock felt like a rattlesnake inside her, a rattlesnake that had been dipped in boiling oil, a rattlesnake that struck repeatedly at the depths of her bowels and sent shockwaves through her body. She wiggled and churned her ass, and in her squirming excitement, she rattled her chain. Now, strangely, she found that the dog collar around her neck and the chain attached to it excited her even more.
She was her dad's slavegirl, she realized. He was going to use her however he wanted to, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was chained up and helpless, like an animal. For some reason, today she found the thought of being chained up and forced to submit to her dad's wishes exciting.
I must be losing my mind, she thought, but she couldn't stop squirming and gasping and cooing with excitement.
"Lick that slime off the toilet seat!" her dad growled. "Come on, kitten, let me see your pink tongue wiggling on the toilet seat!"
Like the slavegirl she was, she did as she was told. The slime she lapped up tasted of pussy-juice and jism her own pussyjuice mixed with the jism of she couldn't remember how many men. She lapped with long, vigorous strokes of her pink tongue, polishing the toilet seat until it shined as if waxed. All the while she was licking the toilet seat, her dad banged her ass, driving his burning fuck-spike up her asshole again and again, getting her so hot that she clawed at her pussy and whined.
"My bitch girl!" her dad grunted.
His fingernails sank deep into her silky-soft asscheeks as he jerked her ass backward and fucked his cock up her shitter. His hairy balls flapped against her up-turned pussy, and pussy-juice made them wet and slick.
"What a fucking bitch asshole! Christ, it's tight! And so fucking hot! Yeah, yeahhhh!" He slammed his cock into her, pounding her ass with his abdomen, rattling her chain and her brains. As she squirmed and gasped, holding onto the toilet seat to keep from being knocked head-first into the toilet bowl, her dad began to slap her ass.
"Ouch!" she whined. "Owieeeee!"
"Shut up, girl, I'm your daddy! I'm giving you the spanking you deserve!" His big hand cracked back and forth across her asscheeks, making Sandy's tender ass-skin sizzle.
She screamed. She wailed. Her dad slapped her ass harder.
"You love it!" he growled. "Your asshole's chewing up my cock! Oh yeah!"
With each crack of his hand across her asscheeks, her asshole tightened deliciously around his plunging, screwing prick.
Sandy blubbered. She chewed her lips to keep herself from wailing anymore. It seemed that the more she carried on, the harder he slapped her. Churning her ass, grinding her asshole on his cock, she fucked him wildly as he continued to slap her asscheeks. She needed to bring him off before his hand burned the skin off her ass. As she ass-fucked him, she fingerfucked her pussy. Her loins had never felt so hot. They were melting both inside and out.
"Goddammnnnnn what an asshole!" Her dad slumped forward over her, nuzzling under her blonde hair and biting her shoulder and part of the dog collar. His loins humped and rotated. He was mounted on her like a tomcat on a she-cat. He sucked up her shoulder-flesh and gnawed. His spit dribbled over her shoulder and onto her left tit. "Arrrrghhhhhhh!"
Sandy was in a daze. Her entire body tingled and throbbed. Her dad's cock felt like an electric probe in her asshole. Her asscheeks pulsated with heat from the spanking she'd received. Her dad's teeth in her flesh sent hot shocks and cold chills through her body. She rammed her fingers in her pussyhole and felt hot pussyjuice dribbling down her legs.
Her dad's teeth punctured her shoulder-skin and drew blood. She screamed, writhing under his heaving bulk. His plunging cock flexed hard, nearly lifting her off the floor. His body and his cock shuddered in unison, and his jism exploded up her asshole.
"Ahhhhhh!" he bellowed. "Awwwwwww!" Sandy gasped with each quivering contraction of her dad's cock, with each hot spurt into her bowels. Her asshole and pussy clutched rhythmically, synchronized with the man's grunts of pleasure and with the shuddering ejaculations of his searing cock. He licked at the blood oozing from her love-bite, and Sandy shivered to her bones. Pinching and twisting her clit, she brought herself off. Her orgasm nearly knocked her head off.
"Ohhhhhh, Daddy!" she whined, churning her ass like a fan, sucking the cum out of him with her grinding, squeezing young asshole. "Oooooh, Daddy, cream!"
Her dad bucked on top of her, fucking his jism up her shithole, gasping and almost whimpering from the intense pleasure surging in waves through his loins.
"Goddamn!" he grunted. "What a bitch! What a girl!"
He reached forward under her and grabbed her tits, feeling them up and pinching her nipples, making her squeal as he fucked the last of his cum up her vise-tight, sucking asshole.
He pulled his cock out of her and dismounted while she was still squirming with orgasm. Blood trickled from the puncture wound his teeth had made, and he hungrily licked it off.
Sandy purred like a kitten.
Chapter Nine
Despite her shouting and screaming, her dad left her chained up in the living room all after-noon while he banged around in the back yard with hammers and power saws. Unfortunately, all the houses in this out-lying area of town were situated a healthy distance from each other, and all the yards were overgrown with wild tropical vegetation, and the chances of any neighbors hearing her screaming inside the house with the windows all shut up were poor-not that any neighbors would come to her aid or call the police anyway if they heard her. The people who lived in this area had moved here to get away from other people, to get away from other peoples' troubles and away from other people nosing around in their private business. The people around here hated government, hated cops, and didn't care what their neighbors did so long as it didn't cause themselves trouble.
As the afternoon wore on, Sandy's scream-ing fits became less and less frequent. She was exhausting herself, and getting nowhere. she realized there was no way she was going to break loose of her dog collar or chain. She realized she was going to tear her vocal cords to shreds if she didn't quiet down, and that her dad was not about to open the windows and give her some relief from the afternoon heat until she shut up.
She was swimming in her own sweat. The house was like a steam bath and she could hardly breathe. She lay on the living room floor, her legs up in the air and spread as wide apart as she could spread them, and she fucked herself with the dildo vibrator her dad had allowed her for amusement.
There was nothing better to do than beat herself f off every ten minutes. She was bored to death, and lying here chained up like a slavegirl, and being all naked and sweaty to boot, kept her in a state of perpetual horniness. The bat-teries of the dildo had just about worn out. The vibrations the dildo provided were weaker each time she turned the device on. Thank God she had hands to plunge the dildo in and out of her pussy-or in and out of her cum-slick asshole.
From time to time during the afternoon her dad stepped inside the house to check on her. He was as drenched in sweat as she was, and his hardon wouldn't go down, and each time he appeared in the living room he wiggled out of his bikini swim trunks and showed her his ten inches of throbbing male fuckmeat. Before he went back outside, he forced her to pleasure him. Either he stuck his uncut prong down her throat and made her suck it till his cum-flow choked her, or he got her up on her hands and knees and mounted her like a stud hound mounting a bitch. He fucked her pussy and he fucked her asshole, pumping both of them full of his hot, slimy spunk.
Sandy had spasmed a dozen times at least this afternoon, maybe two dozen, and she didn't care if she spasmed herself to death. She rammed the fat, plastic dildo in and out of her contracting crotch-hole and brought herself off repeatedly, her pretty pink toes clutching air as her young body jerked and quivered.
The sun was low, and the house almost dark inside from all the drawn curtains, when her dad again padded into the living room from outside, this time stark naked, his swim trunks in hand. His dick wagged heavily from side to side, forever randy and stiff, like the cock of a schoolboy-but a hell of a lot bigger and veinier than the prick of any schoolboy Sandy had ever seen.
"I got something to show you, bitch-girl. But first-" He went down on one knee next to Sandy, his cock throbbing with wild excitement, and he stuffed the bikini swim trunks in her mouth. He snatched up a nylon stocking that lay nearby and tied it around her head to hold the trunks in.
"You look so pretty gagged!" he muttered. Sandy glared daggers of hatred at him. With a key, he unlocked the padlock that secured the chain to her dog collar. As he yanked her to her feet, the plastic vibrator slipped out of her crotch and hit the wood floor. It buzzed sickly for a few more seconds, then died.
"Dirty girl!" her dad growled. Standing behind her he rubbed up against her, his arms around her, his rough hands feeling her tits. "I always suspected you were doing something wicked behind that locked bedroom door of yours, but I never imagined you had a vibrator, or that you liked to fuck yourself a hundred times a day."
The vibrator was Mom's, Sandy wanted to tell him. The sex toy really had belonged to her mother. She really had found it in her mother's dresser drawer after her mother had run off with all the family savings.
Her dad pinched her nipples and bit her on the shoulder. He marched her into the kitchen, where he picked up a leather leash from the kitchen table and attached it to her studded dog collar to replace her chain. He made her get down on her hands and knees and crawl through the back door and into the back yard.
The tops of the Australian pines made silhouettes against the orange glow of the set-ting sun. The fresh air bathed Sandy's sweat-drenched boy and gave her a momentary chill even though the temperature was still in the mid-eighties.
"How you like it, bitch-girl?" her dad asked, showing her the six-foot-high wooden fence he'd built around the periphery of the back yard, thereby completely fencing the yard in. "Now you and me can go buck-naked out here; girl, and there ain't any danger of some snoopy school kid playing peeping tom through the bushes. We got all the privacy we could ask for, honey, just you and me. Come on, let's take a little walk around the yard."
As her dad held the leash and walked alongside her, Sandy crawled around the back yard like a dog, her tits dangling heavily under her, her naked ass up in the air, her blonde hair hanging past her cheeks. Her dad told her to sniff at plants, and at the fence, and after he'd slapped her bare ass a few times, she obeyed. He told her to piss, and she pissed like a female dog, her piss running down the backs of her thighs like hot cider. Her dad got so excited watching her piss, that he got down behind her and lapped at her crotch from behind as the piss ran from between her pussylips. As she squeez-ed the last few drops out, he reared up behind her, her piss dripping from his chin, and he fucked his ten-inch cock up her cunt. He fuck-ed her like a dog.
Sandy wiggled her ass, grinding her cunt on her dad's sliding prong. Degraded as she felt, she still couldn't deny the pleasure throbbing in her loins. Her groans were muffled, absorbed by the swimsuit in her mouth, a swimsuit that tasted musky and salty from the sweat of her dad's hairy balls. Her breath hissed from her flared nostrils. Her ass smacked back against her dad's stomach. Her tits swung.
"Oh, baby!" her dad growled. "You're the best! Yeahhhh!"
He yanked on her leash, choking her, forc-ing her to snap her head back and arch her back. "What a bitch!"
His cock made juicy, squishing noises in her pussy with each grinding hump. Cum that he'd fucked into her earlier oozed out around his plunging cock and dribbled down his balls. The taste of her girl-piss on his lips, the scent of her teenage pussy in his nostrils, he humped in a frenzy, grunting with each ramming thrust. His cock swelled larger inside her, turning harder and harder. As she wiggled her silky-smooth ass against his belly, he dropped her leash, bent for-ward over her, and hugged her fiercely around her slender waist. He worked his cock into her so deep that he expected to see the dripping head of it pop out of her mouth. Electrical vibrations surged through his flexing prong, through his asshole and up his spine. He was coming already.
"Ahhhhh!" he bellowed. "Uhhh, uhhhhhh!" Bucking, grinding, he fired his scalding jism up Sandy's clutching cunt, sending spurt after molten spurt into the depths of her quivering womb.
Sandy gnawed her gag. Snot bubbled from her nostrils. Her eyes rolled deliriously. She churned her cunt on her dad's spasming cock, jerked with each powerful ejaculation of his cum into her pussy, and slid into liquid spasms of her own. Her body shuddered as the waves of pleasure shot through her again and again.
"Christ!" her dad grunted, humping rapid-ly, working his cock in and out of her contract-ing young pussy, feeling his freshly shot jism run out onto his balls as it overflowed her pussy. "Oh yeahhhh, baaaaby!"
He humped till he'd squeezed every twinge of sensation out of his cock, then snapped the leash off her, yanked his cock out of her, and dismounted. He locked a chain onto her collar to replace the leash, a chain that was anchored to a steel ring set in the concrete of the patio. He left her chained up in the back yard like a dog, the gag still in her mouth, and he went in-side the house.
Sandy lay on the warm concrete of the patio, gazing up at the silvery sky. She was too ex-hausted to move or to think.
Sometime later, an hour maybe, her dad came out of the house with a bowl of table scraps from his supper. He ungagged her and made her crouch over the bowl and eat. She wolfed down the food without a word, her nose in the bowl like a dog's. Her dad wouldn't allow her to use her hands. It was the first real food she'd had all day-unless the loads of her dad's cum she'd swallowed counted as food-and she was starving.
"Time for your after-dinner cocktail," her dad said when she'd licked her bowl clean. He grabbed her by the hair, yanked up her head, and stuck his half-hard cock in her mouth. She was helpless to pull away as he pissed. "Swallow it!
He yanked mercilessly on her hair.
Sandy wretched. As much of her dad's bit-ter, stinking piss ran down her neck and tits as down her throat, and he kept shouting at her to swallow. The fluid was hot and acidic. It burned her throat and gullet going down, then pooled in her stomach and made her nauseous.
"That's my girl." He pulled his prick out of her mouth and released her. "Now you keep quiet out here like a good girl or I'll have to gag you again."
He went back inside the house, leaving her ungagged.
Sandy didn't even attempt to scream for help. She knew it would be a waste of her precious energy. All she'd succeed in doing would be to get herself gagged again and to set the neighborhood dogs off barking and howling, and the bestial chorus would drive her crazy. She knew she'd be sleeping alone and naked out here in the yard tonight, and she didn't need the sound of barking dogs to make her any more terrified than she already was.
Her dad stepped outside to check on her before he went to bed, and he filled up her food dish with fresh man-piss. Sandy wrinkled her nose at the potent smell of it.
"In case you get thirsty during the night and need a drink," her dad said. He dipped his big toe into the bowl of piss and smeared some of the stinking fluid on her lips.
Sandy clenched her teeth.
Her dad smirked down at her and swaggered into the house. The patio light went off and Sandy was left alone in the dark.
Chapter Ten
Sandy spent the next few weeks getting used to her dog collar, her leash and chains. She remained naked twenty-four hours a day, crawl-ing on all fours like a dog when her dad demanded it, eating out of the dog-food bowl or off the ground any table scraps her dad threw her way. She lapped up his cold piss out of the bowl too, and after a while she started to enjoy the taste. One day when her dad was gone, she squatted over the bowl, pissed in it, then lapped up her own warm piss, jerking herself off as she did so. She was turning into a kinky slut, and she knew it.
She was starting to enjoy being chained up, too. She certainly didn't miss wearing clothes. She couldn't imagine how she'd managed to wear clothes all these years without it driving her buggy. She crawled about the back yard on all fours, her naked ass waving in the sunshine, the floral-scented Florida breeze licking her pink asshole and the pink, moist meat between her blonde pussylips, and she felt so slinky and wicked and sexy that she ended beating off every little while. Sometimes she'd beat off twice in a row, without a break between her first orgasm and her renewed attempts to bring herself off.
There wasn't much to do-being chained up all day-but to pleasure her teenage pussy. She was a sexual prisoner, a sex toy for her ever-horny father. The more orgasms she experienced, the more orgasms she craved. When her dad stepped out of the house with his big, dripping, uncut hardon, Sandy could hardly contain her squeals of excitement. She purred as he mounted her, plugging her cunt, her asshole, her throat. He fucked her a half-dozen times a day, sometimes in the back yard, sometimes inside the house, sometimes in his bed at night. It was a special treat for Sandy to spend the night chained up in bed with her father and to awake to the feel of him slipping his cock up her asshole or cunt.
She wondered how much longer he was going to keep her prisoner. Was she going to spend the rest of her life chained up in the back yard with the lizards and the sand fleas, eating table scraps out of a dog-dish and drinking her dad's piss? Her silky skin, already tanned a dark bronze, would eventually turn to leather if she spent much more time in the Florida sun. She lay in the shade much of the day, but she couldn't resist spending at least half the day in the sunshine, soaking up the hot rays and pleasuring herself with her fingers of the plastic dildo.
At least once a day, her dad spanked her. He'd throw her naked over his muscular thighs and paddle her bare ass with his hand until she screamed. Her ass would turn to throbbing fire. The pussycream would dribble down her legs as she squirmed, her pussylips shimmying together. She started achieving orgasms as she was being smacked, and soon she was looking forward to being spanked. She began to crave the feel of her dad's muscular hand cracking across the tender bare skin of her ass.
Her dad always gave her a blowjob after he'd spanked her. As she lay across a chair, he'd get down behind her and lap the pussycream off her legs, then lick up between her twatlips and clean out her sticky, sweet pussy-furrow. He shoved his nose and tongue inside her. He sucked her clit. He licked out her asscrack and wiggled his tongue up her asshole. As he ate her out, he jerked the foreskin up and down his vein-bulging cock. The hot lube dribbled from his pisshole. When he finished eating her, after she'd shivered with the spasms of yet another orgasm, he moved to the front of her and stuffed his leaking prong in her mouth.
She could take his entire ten inches to his balls now, and she knew how to suck him off in seconds, or how to linger at sucking him, tak-ing her time and driving him crazy before allow-ing his jizz to splash against her tonsils and run down her throat.
Her dad was the handsomest, sexiest man she'd ever seen, she decided. She was seeing him in a new light these days. He certainly had the biggest, hottest, tastiest cock in town, and she was glad he never washed it.
She was also glad that he kept disciplining her even when she didn't deserve it. She enjoyed the pain he inflicted on her, enjoyed being spanked and pinched and slapped, enjoyed having her hair pulled and her throat choked by the dog collar, enjoyed being kicked and spit on as she crawled like a dog, the pussycream oozing from her wildly throbbing pussy. The pain and humiliation he dealt her increased the intensity of her sex drive and her orgasms. The feelings she experienced under her dad's discipline were ten times better than the ordinary sexual thrills she'd been used to.
One night, with the back yard lit only by the patio light, her dad put handcuffs on her wrists and hung her from an overhanging limb of one of the Australian pines. The spinginess of the tree limb allowed her toes to touch the ground at times, and at times her feet were lifted completely free of the ground. As she dangled helplessly by the arms, her tits heaving as she panted for breath, her dad whipped her with a leather belt, cracking it across her back, her ass, her stomach, her legs. As the belt raised a welt across her tits, Sandy screeched and her loins exploded with a spontaneous orgasm.
She hung there, jerking and gasping, her bare legs shimmying together as the orgasm ripped through her body and her dad continued to flog her. Before he cut her down, he stood on a wooden box in front of her and forced his cock up her cunt. She writhed, delirious and almost unconscious, as he reamed out her pussy with his burning prong and ejaculated streams of spunk up her quivering cunt. His bellows of pleasure echoed into the night.
One morning he threw her in the bathtub and pissed on her. As she squirmed under the hot stream of his piss, beating herself off, he started beating himself off. He kept her chained up in the bathtub all that day, pissing on her whenever he felt the need, jacking off on her as she lay before him, watching her jack herself off.
By evening, the bathroom reeked of piss and cum and pussycream. Sandy lay naked in the slimy mess in the tub, reveling in her degrada-tion and wickedness. As her dad watched, she licked the tub clean. Then her dad climbed in the tub with her and fucked her asshole from behind. Afterwards, they took a long, hot bath together, and her dad fucked her again as she sat on his lap, her arms around his neck, her hot tits pressed to his hairy chest. She rode up and down on his cock, purring like a kitten in the warm water, her tits floating like buoys, which her dad licked at.
One day, while her dad was gone, the phone rang. Sandy, sitting on the living room floor at the end of her chain, managed to snag the receiver with a bare foot and to pull it to within the grasp of her hand.
"Long distance collect call for Sandy," the operator said. "Will you accept charges?" "Of course," Sandy said.
"Hello, Sandy? Is that you? Oh darling, I've been at my wit's end worrying about you- you there all alone with that beast of a father. Honey, I don't know what possessed me to leave you behind with him. I guess I went crazy or something. I just wanted to get away. You don't know what it means to me to hear your voice again and to know you're all right."
"Mom, where are you? What's all that noise?" Sandy said.
"I'm in Las Vegas, and I'm calling from a pay phone on the strip. I got a ride out here to Vegas with the nicest gentleman, but now he's gone and I'm here all by my lonesome."
"You've been in Las Vegas all these months? Why didn't you write?"
"I didn't dare, darling. I couldn't risk your father finding out where I was. But that doesn't matter, honey, I'm back. I mean, at least well be back together soon. I want you to go out and buy a one-way ticket to Las Vegas as soon as possible and to hop on a Greyhound bus, and then we'll be back together forever. Isn't that exciting?"
"Buy a ticket with what?"
"With your wretched dad's money, of course. Steal his wallet. Look in his dresser drawer. There must be some cash laying around-unless the lazy bum's been spending it all on booze."
"The lazy bum's been going to work every-day, as usual, but I don't know where he keeps the money. Why don't you send me a ticket?"
There was a pause. "I'm a little hard up for cash right now, darling."
"Hard up for cash! You ran off with our entire life savings only six months ago!" "Money doesn't go very far in Las Vegas, darling," her mother tittered nervously. "I was hoping you could help me out, maybe find out where he keeps his new money and borrow it for me-for us."
"Why didn't you take me along, Mom? And why'd you leave that terrible note behind? Goodbye, suckers! It was addressed to me too, you know."
"I know, darling, and I really am sorry. I really did lose my head in al the excitement. Do you think it was easy to do what I did, especially to leave you behind, my precious little girl? You mean more to me than anything else in the world. What's past is past, darling. I'll make everything up to you, I promise. Just find out where he keeps his money and bring it to me with your own two, sweet little hands, and you and me will live happily ever after here in Las Vegas."
"Sounds marvelous," Sandy said sarcastically.
"I knew I could count on you, angel. Let me give you my number here at the hotel, and as soon as you have the money and the bus ticket and know when you're going to leave, give me a call from the pay phone. I'll plan to meet you at the bus depot here when you get in. But whatever you do, don't call me from the house, darling. If the old bastard finds out where I'm at, he'll come looking for me and kill me. You got a pencil and paper?"
"Shoot," Sandy said. As her mother recited the phone number, Sandy scratched her pussy and yawned.
"Got that?" "Got it."
"I love you, my precious little girl. And I can't wait to see you. Make sure to bring the money."
"Of course," Sandy said, and she hung up before her mother could say another word. "Good riddance!"
When her dad got home, Sandy couldn't pry his cock out of his pants fast enough. On her knees in front of him, her blonde head bobbing, her chain rattling as it dangled from her dog col-lar; she smacked her lips and churned her tongue and brought her dad off in less than a minute. As he came, grunting and spurting, feeding her his pent-up load of hot, male fuck-slime, she cooed appreciatively, guzzling as if she'd never get enough.
"Welcome home, Daddy," she said, licking her lips and looking up at him mischievously. Some of his cum trickled from one corner of her mouth.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. "Have you been a good girl today?"
"I'm afraid not," Sandy said. "I just couldn't help myself."
Her dad shook his head.
"Too bad," he said. "That means I'll have to punish you."
He undressed quickly. His cock got hard again as he sat on a wooden chair and pulled Sandy down over his knees. His hand cracked across her bare ass and she squirmed. His hand fell again, then again and again.
"Oh, Daddy!" she gasped. "It hurts!" Her ass wiggled. The pussyjuice ran down her.
Chapter Eleven
On a Sunday afternoon three weeks after her dad's last poker party-the party he'd ended abruptly by kicking all the men out-the living room was once again filled with cigar smoke and the smell of beer. Men grumbled and guffawed, slapping their cards down on the table in either triumph or disgust. A half dozen men had showed up for the party, but noticeable by their absence were the two men who had picked up Sandy after the last party and taken her to the woods to be raped.
Sandy chuckled internally over the absence of her two rapists. They weren't such big shots now, were they. Now they were paying for what they'd done to her by missing out on one fine party. In fact, they'd probably never show their ugly, smirking faces around this house again, afraid her dad would punch them out or shoot them or something for molesting her. Too bad for them-they'd be missing a lot of fun parties in the future.
"Hey, honey, I need a refill," said one of the men.
"Coming right up, sir."
Sandy scampered into the kitchen for more bottles of fresh, cold beer from the refrigerator. She could feel the eyes of all the men on her wiggling, bikini-clad ass. As she entered the kitchen, she overheard one of the men say, "Fine girl."
Her dad had bought her a new, white string -bikini, which contrasted beautifully with the deep bronze of her sun-tanned skin, and which showed off much more of her voluptuous young body than it hid. The titcups barely covered her nipples. The panties revealed half her asscrack in back and the upper fringes of her golden pussy-fur in front. She could tell that all the men were just about coming in their pants at the sight of her.
Back in the living room, the man who'd asked for the refill stroked her smooth lower back with a sweaty hand as she poured beer into his glass. She stood closer to him than she had to, giving him a whiff of her young skin and shoving her turgid young tits in his face. As his fingers toyed with the upper end of her asscrack and started to slide down into her panties, she giggled and pulled away.
"Anybody else need a refill?" she asked, and several men drained their glasses and called out. Her dad winked at her, a wry grin on his face. He wasn't jealous of the lusting attention the other men gave her today, because he knew she was his-all his. In fact, the attention of the men on her and their lack of attention on the poker game was winning her dad piles of money. At the rate he was going, he was going to clean them all out.
"So what's with that dog collar?" one of the men asked for the third time. "Come on, tellus."
All the men were curious about the studded dog collar, which Sandy was wearing for the party without an attached leash or chain. "Like I said, you figure it out," her dad said.
"Whose deal?"
"I think she's trying to be one of them punks you see on the streets downtown," said the man. "Next thing you know she'll chop off all her pretty blonde hair and dye what's left of it organge or purple."
His hand stroked her hair and his fingers trailed down her back.
Sandy giggled, moving away from him to pour beer for the next man at the table.
"Is that what that collar is, honey?" her dad asked with a wink. "You gonna become a punk rocker on me?"
"Only if you tell me to," Sandy said. "Whatever you say, I'll do."
The men cheered appreciatively.
"Wish my daughter was that respectful of her old man," said one of the players. "Maybe I oughta ship her over here for training in respect."
"Send her over," Sandy's dad said. "I'll teach her a thing or two."
The poker game continued.
"Shit, I'm cleaned out," said one of the men a few minutes later. He slapped down his cards. "Guess I'll just sit here and watch."
He took a gulp of beer and turned his attention exclusively toward Sandy.
"Anybody not playing, leaves the premises," her dad said. "House rules. You wanna stick around, you play the game."
"But I'm out, flat broke."
"Then go home and get more money," Sandy's dad said.
"Hell!" said the man, pushing away from the table. "Maybe I'll be back, maybe I won't." You'll be back, thought Sandy's dad as the man stomped toward the front door and took one last, lusting look at Sandy before he barged through it. You'll be back because you can't get enough of the sight of her, or the smell of her. Her dad pulled in more of his winnings, and dealt more cards.
Two hours later, all the men except Sandy's dad were half drunk and were getting rowdy. They'd all lost their shirts to Sandy's dad, and each of them had left the party at least once, and in some cases twice, only to return shortly with more cash for the poker game. They were all so distracted by Sandy as she played hostess for them, or as she sat in her dad's lap, her arms around his neck, that her dad not only won most of the hands, but from time to time he was able to sneak off into the kitchen to lock most of his winnings in his new kitchen safe. Having banked all that money, he was starting to get greedy. He didn't want to risk losing a cent of his windfall-which now totaled, he estimated, the equivalent of about a month's wages at work-so he put his back-up plan into action, a plan he'd originally intended to use only if he himself had been cleaned out.
"I'll bet a kiss from the girl," Sandy's dad announced.
The men laughed at first, then quieted down when they realized he was being serious. For the first time today, they suddenly seemed genuinely interested in the game.
"Then I'll bet a kiss from me," the next man said.
"Who'd want a kiss from you?" said Sandy's dad, and all the other men muttered in agree-ment. "You guys gotta stick with cash-unless any of you've got a girl of your own to throw in the pot."
"The stakes are all right by me," said one of the men. He'd been groping his hard dick through his pants throughout the game. He licked his lips, drooling at the sight of Sandy.
"They're all right with me too," said another player.
Sandy giggled, wiggling about the room in anticipation of a kiss. The shameless lust of all these dirty old men for her excited her. She was getting off on their attention and desire, and she enjoyed having her lips wagered in a poker game.
For the first time today, the men started play-ing the game in earnest, slapping down bills and coins as her dad saw their bets and raised them with promises of kisses and other favors from Sandy. Sandy's dad won a few more hands, then lost one. The winner of the hand pushed his chair away from the table and Sandy slid onto his lap. She giggled as they kissed.
She felt his hardon throbbing against her leg through his pants. His sweaty hands slid all over her belly and back as he flapped his fat, beer-pickled tongue in her mouth. All the men watched him enjoy his prize, then demanded to get on with the game. A few minutes later, Sandy was squirming in another man's lap as he felt her up and licked out her throat. The game continued, the stakes getting higher for her dad as the men demanded that he bet more of Sandy than kisses.
He wagered her bikini halter--and lost. She sat in the lap of the man who'd won the hand as he fumbled with the knot in her halter. When the titcups slid off her cherries, the growl-ing man buried his face between her voluptuous boobs, smothering himself in her warm, silky- smooth tit-flesh. He got her nipples in his mouth and sucked.
Sandy saw stars. She squirmed, her pussy oozing juice as it fluttered with itchy contrac-tions. As the man continued to suck, Sandy shimmied her legs together and brought herself off. All the men watched open-mouthed and bug-eyed as she writhed with pleasure. Some pussyjuice trickled from under the crotch of her panties, and all the men saw it when she spread her legs.
For the next hand, the men demanded that her dad bet her panties. He did, and he lost again.
Sandy stood next to the table, quivering as a man peeled off her panties. He shoved the wet panties under his nose and simultaneously groped her golden-furred cunt. He slipped a fat finger up her pussy, making her gasp and squirm. He pulled the finger out of her and sucked it clean. As he sucked on the wet crotch of her panties, he finger-fucked her again, his finger pistoning between her legs, her juices frothing out and dribbling into his hand. In less than a minute, with the eyes of all the men on her, Sandy was coming again.
Her dad bet a blowjob. Luck had turned against him. Minutes later, Sandy knelt between the spread legs of a man as he sat in his chair, her blonde head bobbing as her pink lips rippled up and down around the shaft of his veiny cock. He had about eight inches, and Sandy swallowed it easily, being accustomed to blow-ing the ten-inch prick of her dad. Other men around the table pulled out their cocks and slowly jerked off as they watched the naked young vixen munch on the sweaty cock of the grunting man. When he came, she cooed, guzzl-ing down every drop of his slimy spunk. She licked her lips, hungry for more.
Her dad bet her pussy-and lost.
She sat in the lap of a panting fat man, her arms around his neck, her boobs bouncing in his face as she jerked up and down on his rigid cock. He'd pulled his cock and balls out the fly of his pants, and Sandy's pussy-spit dribbled down his swollen balls as her seething cunt slid relentlessly up and down his cock. She tightened her cunt each time she fucked down, and the man's eyes nearly popped out from his pleasure. He licked her tits and sucked her nipples. His cock turned to steel inside her and started to buck and quiver. As he grunted, shooting his spunk up her pussyhole, Sandy went into spasms of her own. Her pussy gnawed his quivering cock and he nearly fell off his chair from the intensity of the sensations her pussy gave him. "I want her asshole!" a man growled. "Let's quit this game shit! I'll just pay for it! Here!" He threw a handful of bills across the table at Sandy's dad, who snatched them up.
"She's all yours," her dad said.
The man pulled off all his clothes. His cock was an uncut eight-incher, and leaking fucklube like a cow's spittle. He had fat tits and a hairy paunch. He lifted Sandy onto the table, posi-tioning her on her hands and knees. Then he climbed up on the table behind her.
The game was officially over, the cards swept to the floor. The men handed over all their remaining money to Sandy's dad and pulled off their clothes. Each man sported a raging hardon, which he jerked as he watched the man on the table mount Sandy from behind and force his dripping cock up her asshole.
Sandy's blue eyes rolled back, glazed over with lust. She wiggled her ass, stimulating the man to fuck. Her tits felt like heavy balloons filled with hot water as they dangled under her. As the grunting man drove his cock up her asshole, as his hairy paunch banged against her waving asscheeks, all the other men pressed close around her, watching her being assfucked and beating their cocks like randy teenage boys at a peep show.
Sandy's dad slipped into the kitchen and stashed the haul of cash in the kitchen safe. When he returned from the kitchen, he was naked and holding Sandy's leash. He pushed his way through the men crowding around the table and attached the leash to Sandy's dog collar. The men muttered and swore, not believing what they were seeing. The man ramming his cock up Sandy's asshole grabbed the free end of the leash and bared his teeth. He started to strap her ass with the strip of leather.
Sandy whined as the leash cut across her tender flesh. As the man fucking her got more excited, he cracked the leash across her back. Welts flared up, throbbing with fire. Sandy wailed, grinding her asshole around and around the man's knifing cock. It hurt, but she loved the pain.
The excited onlookers started pinching Sandy's nipples and flanks. A man got up on the table in front of her and forced his cock down her throat. He grabbed her blonde hair and yanked her head up and down as he fucked her mouth. Both he and the man reaming out Sandy's asshole were growling like dogs. Somebody jammed some fingers up Sandy's cunt.
Sandy hardly knew anymore where she was or what was happening to her. She was aware only of cocks stuffed in her asshole and mouth, of fingers pinching her and fingers jerking in her cunt, of a leather strap cracking across her back and ass and sending streams of fire through her flesh. Wet tongues slobbered on her feet. Electric teeth gnawed her toes. She couldn't stand it anymore. Her body shuddered as if she were being electrocuted and her loins exploded inside. Flashbulbs went off in her skull.
"Look at her comel" a voice muttered. "Goddamn!"
The man ramming his cock up her spasming shithole sounded as if he were being tortured as much as Sandy. He rutted in a frenzy, grunting like a bull, skinning his cock alive in Sandy's contracting asshole. The blubber of his paunch quivered and his head snapped back. His eyes rolled deliriously as he pumped his jism up Sandy's red-hot bowels.
"Ahhhhhl" he bellowed. "Awwwwwww!" Sandy saw stars. The spasms ripping through her body melted her inside. She felt the spurts of hot spunk in her guts, felt the cock in her throat start to shudder. The man fucking her mouth groaned, grunted, ejaculated. Sandy gagged on the potent taste of his steaming cum, but she didn't waste a drop of it as her throat swallowed mechanically and she guzzled the slimy fluid down her gullet.
She was surrounded by a pack of lusting goats during the rutting season. She was still twitching from her orgasm when she was pulled down on her back on the table and her ass pulled to the edge of it. Stepping up between her legs, a man shoved his cock into her pussy. As he fucked her, other men held her legs wide and licked her calves and feet. Men leaned over the table and sucked her tits. A man got up on the table and sat on her face, making her lick his sweaty balls and asscrack. Without being told to, she slipped her tongue up the man's asshole and licked it out. Within moments, the man she was rimming started shooting off, spurting hot wads of jism all over her tits as the other men jumped out of the way of his flying cum. The sight of Sandy eating out an asshole stimulated the man fucking her to a quick orgasm, and he groaned as he shot his load into Sandy's womb.
"You guys don't have any imagination," Sandy's dad said. He rescued her from the clutches of the other men and pulled her off the table. "Come on, bitch-girl, let's go for a walk."
Sandy crawled like a dog as her dad walked her on the end of her leash. Jism leaked from her reamed-out asshole and pussy. When her dad ordered it, she kissed the feet of the men as they stood watching her and beating their cocks. He ordered her to lick their toes, and she did. He ordered her to clean up their sweaty balls, and she scoured her tongue on seven sets of hairy balls-including those of her dad -licking them all clean.
"You've got her trained better than any dog I ever saw," said a man.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," her dad said. "Suck, bitch, suck!"
He tugged on her leash.
On her knees, Sandy went down on the cock of the man nearest her. Using all her skill at sucking cock, she brought the man to a gushing climax in seconds. His hot spunk ran down her gullet and pooled in her stomach; and she went on to the next man, sucking him off just as quick. She sucked cock until she'd drunk the cum of all the men except her dad, and when she'd finished with them, all the men still had hardons. It was as if by sucking them off, she'd made them even hornier.
"What a bitch!" said a man, and the rest of the men echoed his words.
"Who likes girl-piss?" asked her dad.
As her dad stood by, holding her leash, Sandy stood on the table, her legs slightly spread, and she released a golden shower from her golden crotch. The hot piss ran down her legs and splashed on the table top. The entranced men pressed close around her, their noses almost touching her pussy as the piss hissed from between her furry blonde twatlips. A man shoved his face under the piss-spray and opened his mouth. Immediately, all the other men tried to get a taste of her piss too.
Smirking, Sandy wiggled her ass, spraying her golden piss all over the adoring, upturned faces of the men, squirting piss into their mouths. Having drunk several bottles of beer herself, and not having pissed in hours, she delivered the men an endless load of bladder-juice, which they caught in their open mouths, or lapped up off her legs or the table top. As she squeezed out the last golden drops, several mouths sucked at her crotch, trying to extract the last taste of girl-piss from her furry muff. As he sucked, one of the men ripped out some of her cunt-hairs with his teeth.
"Ouch!" Sandy jumped. "Damn you!" She could have hit him.
"Quiet!" her dad shouted, and Sandy didn't say another word. She'd learned to obey her father.
"Wouldn't she look pretty with a shaved pussy," said the man who'd ripped out her cunt-hairs.
Her dad considered for a moment. "Hey, I never thought of that. Maybe you guys got more imagination than I gave you credit for."
They dragged Sandy into her own bedroom and used her own nylon stockings to bind her, spread-eagled, between the four posts of her bed. She was starting to get nervous, surrounded by all these lusting, grinning men with their yellow teeth and billyclub cocks, and she started to complain. Her dad ordered her to shut up, but she couldn't--she was too nervous. Her dad stuffed a wadded-up nylon stocking in her mouth, and tied another stocking around her head to gag her. And there she lay, spread-eagled and gagged, her tits and belly and crotch exposed and completely vulnerable as the seven lusting, cock-beating men gawked at her as if she were some kind of circus freak.
Her dad reached between her legs and yanked out a small tuft of pussy-hair with his fingers. Sandy arched up, crying out into her gag, fire shooting through her twatlips.
"Didn't we read something about golden fleece when we were school kids?" her dad asked. "You ain't gonna find fleece more gold than this."
Beating their cocks with one hand, the men started using their free hands to pluck pussy-hairs from Sandy's cunt. Her toes clutched and all the muscles of her body tensed with each tuft of hair ripped from her throbbing pussy. She arched up, screaming bloody murder into her gag, and she came near to passing out as the men quickened their pussy-plucking, ripping out her hairs and stuffing the hairs into their mouths to suck on like chewing tobacco. As she writhed, going out of her mind from the fire in her cuntlips, the men beat their dicks faster and faster.
She had only a few hairs left on her pussy when the jism started flying. One cock shot hot cum on her belly, and within moments three more cocks were splatting jism against her. Suddenly, all seven cocks were firing at once, and the air became saturated with the scent of jism.
Cum splashed between Sandy's legs, ran down between her naked pussylips like hot spit. Cum fell on her tits, splashed her in the face. Cum ran down her belly in slimy trickles. She was drowning in the stuff, and her pussy was pounding with fire. A man started pinching at her plucked pussylips, stretching them like rubberbands and letting them snap back, and soon all the men were pinching at her pussy. The fire reached an unbearable pitch in Sandy's loins, and she melted into spasms of pleasure, her spread-eagled body writhing, her fingers and toes clutching. Cum continued to splash on her as she came.
Her dad cut her loose, ungagged her, and dragged her into the bathroom. He forced her into the tub. Nylon stockings dangled in shreds from her wrists and ankles. Her leash dangled from her dog collar. All the men stared down at her.
She lay on the floor of the tub, squirming like a worm, delirious from all that was happening to her. Seven men crowded next to the tub, their big, floppy cocks dangling over her like hoses and, one by one, piss began streaming from each of their pricks.
Sandy gasped as the streams of hot male piss splashed on her naked flesh. As the piss began to pool in the tub, as she bathed in it and showered, she opened her mouth to drink it, spread her legs to let it wash between the tingling slabs of her plucked pussy. She reached between her legs, hauled apart her pussylips, and let the men squirt piss on the raw pink meat of her open crotch.
Piss splashed in her face, shot into her open mouth, ran between her parted twatlips, washed the sticky cum off her tits and belly and flanks. She was drowning in male piss, and as she reveled in the sensation, she shoved a few fingers up her cunt and started to jerk off.
Her dad crouched down next to the tub. He pulled her hand away from her crotch and stuffed some of his fingers up her pussy. Piss splashed on the back of his hairy hand. He forced more fingers into her, then his thumb. As she squirmed and gasped, he kept pushing his fingers in deeper, past his knuckles, deeper and deeper. Sandy's pussy had never been stretched so open, even by his ten-inch cock. Suddenly, his hand disappeared inside her.
The men muttered in disbelief and started beating off in a frenzy of excitement. Sandy groaned, watching with disbelief herself as her dad's hand slid deeper into her cunt until half his forearm was buried inside her. His hand twisted slowly inside her, his hairy forearm stretching her naked pussylips and gaping crotch-hole as they'd never been stretched before.
"Oh, Daddy!" Sandy moaned. "Make me feel it! Oh yes!"
Her dad's fist and arm churned, slowly pleasuring her. She watched the fists of the six men above her pounding their dripping, purple -knobbed cocks. Their lube dripped on her. Her excitement surged.
As she came, she whined like a cat, grinding her cunt on her dad's hard and forearm. Above her, the cocks of six men began erupting and raining jism down on her in heavy, sizzling splats.